Dark Lives

By James Warner

Three young, magnificent men, fresh out of high school, all with their own issues, find each other under unusual circumstances and the fireworks begin.

Take a terrifying, exhilarating and rewarding journey through friendship, love and sex as Cody, Brett and Mikey battle the forces of evil in their small town.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Warner
• Release date: Mar 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9780620561150

James Warner

James Warner is proud to bring you intriguing tales of dark and mysterious things blended with love, sex and a lot of delicious moments to share with his characters!

Book preview

The blue lights swept across the mouldy brick wall in wide arcs and caused the rain to look like falling glitter in the alley. The restaurant owner cried and the baby lay in her arms, blue but regaining some colour.

The police officer was trying to get a coherent answer out of the woman.

Ma’am, I need you to tell me what happened, he tried for the fifth time.

She sniffed and took a deep breath, I found him in the garbage can by the back door. Poor little thing was barely movin’. She gazed down into the innocent little face and took comfort in the touch of pink in his cheeks.

When was that?

Just a half hour ago, when I called you, Bill Trent. Whatcha gotta aks me stoopid things like that for?

The baby wriggled, and gurgled. Mary Jacobson, the restaurant owner, rocked the baby that she had wrapped in a table cloth.

There was a note tied to his little arm, she said, handing it to Officer Bill.

He opened it, and whistled as he read:

‘I can’t look after him. He freaks me out. He sees shit that I can’t see. He waves and laughs at the corner of the room like there’s something there. Sometimes he points like he wants it. His mother died giving birth to him. He’s nearly one now, his birthday is the 31st of October. His name is Brett.’

As Mary looked down on the angelic little sleeping face, his eyes flew open. They were as black as pitch. The baby frowned and let go a piercing shriek of laughter.

Chapter 2 - Cody 12 (11 Years Later)

By the time I turned twelve, I was so embarrassed about the changes takin’ place in my body that I would hide in the toilet cubicle to get changed for gym and I would rather put up with being teased about how bad I smelled, than shower with the other kids. Little did I know that within two years, I would realise the changes that were happening to me, would become the envy of every male in the small town and the curiosity of every girl.

Before that though, the kids teased the hell outta me. Yeah, I smelled bad, my clothes were old hand-me-downs and my hair was cut by the guy from the council who cut the grass in the trailer park, but the worst was the way they spoke about my Gran’pa. My folks died when I was about five and my Gran’ma with them, so alls I had left was my Pops. He did his best when he wasn’t drownin’ himself in the booze. They used to call me ‘Heidi’ coz I lived with my Pops, and they’d hold their noses whenever I walked past. I swore I’d make something of my life and get outta this hell hole, so I never had to see these snotty assholes again, but as my Pops used to tell me, ‘they’s all the same kettle of sheep!’ I worked out later what his mistake was, but I guess he was in his cups again.

Hey, Heidi! Your Pops gonna give ya a bath tonight?

I bowed my head and carried on down the road.

Eeeew. He smells like old cheese. Mandy was always cruel, but at the end of the line of abusers was Mikey Trent. He pushed me as I walked past. He was way bigger than me and I was terrified of him.

Now I gotta wash ma hand, Heideeee, he exaggerated my nickname. You smell like your Pops. You smell like shiiit. The girls snickered behind their hands at his use of such a rude word. My Pops said way worse’n that, but I picked up my tattered books and scurried away as fast as my holey shoes would carry me.

Gym class was next. Dread was runnin’ through me like piss runs down your pants; warm and disgustin’. One of the kids earlier had said that we were swimming. A fate worse than death for me. Mr. Olsen knew the drill, but he put me through it every time. I never knew why he hated me so much. I was always last into the classes. This meant the other kids wouldn’t push me around as they went in, but gave them lotsa time to settle into their chairs and stick their legs out as I went past to trip me up. This time there would be no trippin’, but he waited for everyone to finish changin’ into their swimsuits before he called me up in front of everyone.

Cody, why haven’t you changed?

I lowered my eyes and waited for it.

Ahhh, Mr. Olsen. Don’t make him swim with us. He’ll give us all cooties.

Snickers and childish laughs echoed through the large enclosed swimming pool building.

Mr. Olsen smiled his cruellest smile, go and sit down, Cody.

He blew his whistle and loud shrieks of enjoyment followed. I sat on the bleachers and read my maths book. I was determined to do well in high school, so that I could find a decent job and make my own way in the world. I tried to drown out the noise of splashin’ and shoutin’, but I was waitin’ for the next part of the torture, which always happened during swimmin’ lessons.

A shadow loomed in front of me and I looked up. Mikey stood in front of me dripping. His body was developing faster than mine and he had started to get hair under his arms, but I could see from his clingin’ swim shorts, that he wasn’t developin’ nearly as fast as me in other areas.

Whatcha lookin’ at, Heidi? You like that fag kid we ran outta town last year? He tugged at his shorts to pull them away from his crotch.

I shook my head. No, I ain’t like him.

Pity, we could do with a lot less of you around here.

With that he shook his curly brown hair and sprayed water all over me and my precious maths book.

That was how my days at school went. Each day I would get back to the trailer, sit on the step and cry. I knew Pops was either at the bar or lyin’ drunk in a ditch, so I would have to wait for him to get home. He never left me a key, so all I could do was sit and cry.

Chapter 3 - Mikey 16 (4 Years later)

Mikey, you godda tell someone. Janey told him.

I caint, Janey. He’d kill me afore they could help me. It’s okay, it’ll get better, someday.

Janey rubbed some more Bengay into the swollen bruises on Mikey’s back. He flinched and relaxed with each touch.

Sorry, cuz. She muttered as he pulled away each time.

’sokay, he lied. It hurt like hell.

To try and keep his mind off the pain, Janey asked, so what you doin’ for your sweet sixteenth?

I dunno yet. Haven’t decided. But the way I feel right now- I don’t wanna do nothin’.

Well, it’s still four days away, cuz, so don’t swear off it just yet. Janey tried to lighten his spirits. That’s why he always came to her when James, his older brother, did this to him.

Wanna tell me what happened? She asked him.

He didn’t. Not this time. It had been different, and it was worse than it had ever been. Mikey shook his head and turned away from her so she couldn’t see his tears.

Later on as he made his way home he had plenty of time to think about it, though. All his life James had bullied him. Beaten him up to the point that Mikey would beg him to stop or until he was unconscious. That had happened too many times to remember. Mikey’s folks always said to him that he must learn to defend himself and it was a good lesson for him to learn. They never defended him, even when he had to go to hospital. All they said to the doctor was, he provokes his brother, and then feels sorry for himself when he gets beat up.

The truth was that his mother used to provoke James into fighting with Mikey.

He had arrived home, feeling seriously deflated. Cody, the kid they used to call Heidi, had grown into his own skin and had started to get more attention. He berated himself for the sudden rise in fame of the school’s smelliest kid. He had waited for Cody to go into the cubicle to get changed, and he climbed onto the bench, held his phone over the wall when he thought Cody would have his pants down and took a picture. He should have examined it closer. The contents of that picture changed the minds of everyone in the school. He saw Cody was naked in the picture except for his unbuttoned shirt, and sent it on to every one of his friends, who in turn passed it on to all of theirs. Later on that day, Mikey had gone home and put the picture on to his laptop to send via email. He looked at the picture and at first he thought the kid didn’t have a cock at all, he started to laugh, but soon stopped when he saw what the picture actually revealed. Cody didn’t have his leg up on the toilet seat half covered by the bottom of his shirt. That was his cock!

Mikey had filed the picture away and not sent it to anyone else, but that was too late. In fact he wished he had never taken it. All those years, the kid was packin’ a frikkin’ python and no one even knew it. The green eyed monster reared its head and Mikey felt nauseous.

His mistake was not concentrating. Instead of carefully opening his bedroom door, like he normally did, so he didn’t disturb James, he flung the door open and marched into the living room.

He had no time to run. The attack came from behind. His parents were both at work, so there was no one to tell James to stop. The punch to the back of his head sent him sprawling onto the floor.

You think you own this house, poofter boy?

No, I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean to upset you. He rubbed the back of his head, but that didn’t stop the steel toed boot from pounding into his kidney. Mikey screamed in pain and then the weight of James landed on top of him. That’s what was different. James never climbed on him before. Mikey didn’t dare move. His under shorts that he had stripped down to when he changed out of his school clothes, slipped halfway down his ass. He tried to pull them up, but James punched him in the side of the head and then pushed him down with his forearm on the back of Mikey’s neck. He was choking as James fumbled around behind his back. The next thing he knew, the most excruciating pain shot through his asshole. James rode him for no more than three minutes, but it was long enough to lacerate Mikey’s colon. His blood became James’ lube who finished off by pumping him full of baby juice. He lay twitching on top of Mikey for a minute or so, then pulled his cock out so hard that Mikey screamed again.

That’ll teach ya, Mikey. Don’t forget your place, faggot, James hissed.

Mikey’s head was hurting and so was his heart as he snuck into his bedroom and went to his small bathroom. He locked the door, pulled his pants down and squatted over his shaving mirror. The bleeding had stopped and he couldn’t see any damage, so that made him feel better. He made up his mind that he would fix this. The next day he started gym at school, put his name down for try-outs for the football team and the boxing club and joined the self-defence classes that ran on Saturday mornings on the town’s main street.

Chapter 4 - Brett 17 (1 Year Later)

He lived with fourteen brothers and sisters in the foster home. He had been in seventeen different homes, one for every year of his life, but not all of them had been able to handle him for a whole year. Only since he moved to this tiny town in the mountains, had he found somewhere he could stay without being too much trouble. He had been there for five years and had managed to get through each year by taking really long walks in the forest and only going home well after midnight.

Things had been perfect until he and all his classmates hit fourteen. That’s when he got the picture. The picture of the cute Cody kid. After that picture got out, Cody became the talk of the town, and every guy wanted to be his friend. So did every girl. So did Brett, but Cody thought differently. Cody seemed to focus on Brett for one purpose only. He had someone to do to, what he’d had done to him.

For the past three years, Cody had abused Brett past distraction and back. Once they had been changing for gym class and Cody saw Brett’s cock. The squeal of laughter that escaped him, echoed in Brett’s thoughts ever since.

Hey, Puny Prick. Where’re ya goin’? Tryin’ to find the rest of ya cock?

Brett ignored him and kept going, heading for his walk in the forest.

I’m talking to ya, freak.

Again Brett kept on walking. That’s when he felt his feet pulled out from under him and he fell flat in the dust on the side of the road.

"I said, I’m talking to ya, freak."

Brett rolled over and looked up at him. The giant stood over him, legs apart with the kitchen paper roll inner tube hanging proudly behind the fabric of his jeans. Cody rubbed his hand along the length of it, having noticed Brett’s gaze.

You want some o’ this, freak. Wish you had some for yourself?

Brett picked himself out of the dirt, dusted himself off and stood looking up at the muscular teenager. He said nothing.

Cody stared back into his unsettling hazel eyes.

Yeah, you wannit, don’tcha? You wanna hold ma meat and worship it, right?

Brett held his stare. Cody shuffled his feet, beginning to feel uncomfortable. I asked you a question, freak. Cat gotcha tongue?

Brett’s eyes moved slowly down from Cody’s blue eyes to his broad chest, down to his washboard stomach, and then to his enormous, bulging crotch. Without looking back into his eyes, he said quietly, yes, Cody. I wannit. Please can I have it?

Cody stood quietly in front of Brett, not quite sure what to say next. Brett raised his eyes to look at Cody again. They were as black as pitch. He smiled and let go a piercing shriek of laughter.

Chapter 5 - Hazelmere High

Small towns breed small minds for the most part, and from that comes prejudice and bigotry- for the most part.

This small town was no different. If a parent didn’t like something, you could guarantee that the kids would be disliking it the next day at school. Hence the word ‘dissing,’ though nobody ever put two and two together on that score.