Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter Sixteen
Thwack! Thud! Pang! Swish...
“Crap. Missed that last one.”
“Well, to be fair,” consoled my mother, “I was jinking it awfully hard. The other three weren’t sitting ducks and you nailed them pretty solidly.”
Letting her targets drop to the ground amid the rare scattering of remaining snow, she floated the four billiard balls back to my range where I guided them into the backpack I was wearing. So far I had collected about three dozen, most of them damaged in some way, picking them up for pennies or for free from various places to include the dumpster behind a pool hall.
“I know I’m getting better, but when push comes to shove I’ll have to be dead on if I hope to do any good.” We had determined that the small hard spheres had little or no impact on a standard TK shield, but by slamming them, at high velocity, against an attackers face, even with their shields, it could be very disconcerting and distracting. Enough velocity and they could even knock a person off balance, especially if they are being peppered with one right after another. But I went through my ammo pretty quickly that way.
“Your hit percentage is in the upper nineties. Since you can shoot those things right out of your backpack almost like a machine gun, I’d say you’ll do fine. What we need to work on is you making and holding a mental connection while you’re tossing those things around.”
I’d been able to hold a connection to both Tiffany and Kirsten while controlling the bottle, but doing it with even one person while controlling or even throwing several balls had proven difficult.
“Well, that will have to wait,” I said, looking at my watch, “I have to get to my self-defense class. You know, the more traditional one.”
Yes, despite my advantages, I was still taking classes on how to defend myself the old fashioned way. Mike had joined me and I didn’t even have to do any ‘convincing.’ We were doing some strength training as well. His physiology seemed to take to the training more quickly than mine and though we were both bulking up, he was way ahead of me.
It wasn’t just a cover any more. All the cloak and dagger business lately had me concerned. I thought it would be a good idea for both Mike and myself to be, well, at least not total pushovers. I was having some luck convincing Samantha and Tiffany join up as well.
I had questioned my mother about the techniques she had used to avoid detection when she had been captured by Phillip and, using her training and some ideas of my own, I had done what I could to protect my ‘normal’ friends mentally. They each had been programmed with triggers, much like my mother had been when I first realized my powers, except theirs would trigger a shell personality that would give all indications of being meekly under the thrall of whatever telepath was controlling them. Their true selves, however, would be hidden behind a protective barrier, well, more of a maze really – a maze of random memories that, if not navigated correctly, would lead any visiting ‘tourist’ in their minds around and away from the “protected” area.
Their true selves would be aware of everything that was going on, watching from the safety of their mental fortresses, but would be unable to override any commands given them until I can get close enough to enter their minds and free them. The upside was that any instructions given to them wouldn’t affect their real selves. They didn’t know about their protection – the memory of it could not be in their minds.
I wasn’t completely satisfied with the results and was determined to revisit the project if I could come up with a better one.
I stood outside the training center, waiting for Samantha to pick me up and enjoying the sunshine. It was the most beautiful spring I had ever experienced – though, in truth, that had little to do with the weather.
Samantha and I had a long talk after Kirsten’s party and she agreed that since the worst offenders had been dealt with, there was no more reason to bring girls into the fold so harshly. In fact, we stopped recruiting cheerleaders altogether. Samantha, Tiffany and Kirsten were more than enough even though I wasn’t fucking Tiffany anymore – it wasn’t fair, in my mind, for me to fuck her while Mike couldn’t fuck Sam. Besides, if we kept adding more women there was always the risk of someone getting suspicious and asking too many questions.
I wasn’t ready to find out how far I would go to protect my secret in a worst case scenario.
I honestly didn’t need any more women, Samantha was nearly insatiable and she was making Kirsten fuck and/or suck me nearly every day – Tiffany was making sure she took care of Mike as well.
Samantha had been serious about not giving up pussy and, while Tiffany and Kirsten were smoking hot and lots of fun, she had had a life before and even though her sex life had been secretive, she had developed relationships and I saw no reason she should cut herself of from people she had previously formed a strong connection with.
Samantha would, on occasion, have one of her former lovers join us. They were already bisexual and all I had to do was make them believe I was good looking because, let’s face it, I am no Brad Pitt.
What we had done to Kirsten had changed her in a profound way. Her repeated humiliations and servitude had somehow made her more pleasant during her normal day to day interactions, and not just with us. She was now a wonderful girl brimming with confidence and good cheer. Samantha was even thinking about dropping the slave routine and just keeping her around as a friend with benefits since, in her opinion, “...she was just too damned hot to not fuck her.”
We discussed it as she drove me home from self defense class and I was in a pretty good mood about, well, pretty much everything, until we got to my house.
“I don’t care whether you fuck her or not,” Samantha was saying as we made our way into the kitchen, “cause I’m gonna keep...”
She stopped when she saw what I had seen immediately upon entering my back door. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table, her face was ashen and she looked like she was in shock. There was a “throw away” cell phone in front of her.
“Mom?”
She didn’t respond.
“Mom, are you okay?” I gave her shoulder a little shake that time. It did the trick.
“Oh, Jake, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“What’s the matter?
“I got a call from one of guys in Cincinnati. The leadership council that Alek had gone there to participate in was betrayed by someone on the inside. It’s been decimated in a raid by Phillip’s people. Only a few of them got away and not everyone’s turned up or been otherwise accounted for. No word on whether or not Alek was taken. He wasn’t among the dead so there’s still hope.”
Her level anxiety was far higher than I would have expected over the loss of even a good friend.
“I’m sorry, mom. I hadn’t realized what he meant to you.”
She looked at me, puzzled, then with realization.
“It’s not that.” She said, “We’re just friends – good friends, but nothing more. He knows about you, Jake. If he’s captured alive I doubt he’ll be able to resist for long... there will be too many of them. He’ll tell them everything. Your unique abilities will make you a prime target – half of those bastards will want to study you, the other half will want to kill you just for having the audacity to be different.”
She looked up at me then over at Samantha.
“I’m sorry, but we have to disappear, at least until we know what happened to Alek, maybe forever.”
“I understand,” I said, “but we can’t leave Samantha and her mother here. He knows how much Sam means to me and if they can’t get to me they’ll go after her knowing I would never abandon her to them. Likewise, if she’s not around they may go after her mother in order to flush her out. Whatever we do, they have to go with us.”
“We’d have to let Beth in on our secret.” She said, concerned. “I’m not crazy about that, but you’re right, leaving them behind would put them at risk.” She turned to Samantha. “Is your mother home? If not, we’ll need to go to her. We have to move fast, it’s possible that Alek has already been broken and they could be on their way here right now.”
“She won’t be home for a couple of hours, and I’m not entirely sure where she is. She’s already left work and I know she planned on paying some bills and running a few errands. She could be anywhere.”
“But at least she’s safe,” I pointed out, “if we can’t find her neither can they, and with your help we have a better chance of catching up to her. Don’t call her yet, no need to make her worry.” I looked back to my mother. “Should we take time to pack?”
“Just basic necessities. One bag. We’ll get our stuff here and then go with Sam to get her stuff and a bag for Beth. We have to accept that we may never be able to come back.”
“Wouldn’t it be faster if I went and packed while you guys got your stuff together?” Asked Samantha.
“NO!” My mother and I said in unison.
“As long as there’s a threat,” I said, “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
“He’s right,” said my mother, “we stay together, all of us..”
Just then, the throw away on the table rang. My mother snatched it up.
“Hello?”
The relief that flooded her face told me who was on the other end before she even said it.
“Alek! We heard about the raid and have been worried. Nobody knew anything about what happened to you... What?...” Her face had look of confusion. “How did you get there?... Oh... what?... I could be there in, fifteen minutes... What about Jake?... Okay, just sit tight and I’ll be there.”
“That was Alek,” she said as she folded the phone, “he managed to slip away from the raid and he’s back in town. He wants me to meet him out at the Motel Six – It could be he’s injured and doesn’t want anyone else to see him. I’m going alone.” She looked at me and saw that I was about to protest, “I’ll bring him back here, obviously he’s not too banged up to travel. You two just stay here and wait for us.”
“What about the packing?” Samantha asked, “I take it this means we don’t have to worry about being found out.”
“Did he say how he got away?” I asked, “I mean, could someone have followed him?”
“Exactly why I’m going alone. I think it’s just a little odd that he didn’t come straight here. He may suspect he’s been followed. So, just in case, I’ll check around before making contact – if everything’s kosher, we’ll come back here. We can put the packing on hold for now.”
With that she stuffed the cell phone in her purse, checked to make sure she had her keys and purposefully strode out the door.
We watched her pull out of the driveway, then Samantha put her arm around me, “This shit is real, isn’t it? I mean... we were really gonna just pack a bag and disappear?”
“I’m sorry. But, yeah, this shit is real – and we still might have to vanish. If we get discovered by Philip and his cronies, it’ll mean death for me and my mom, and probably death for you too... if you’re lucky. You’d more likely end up as a plaything for twisted sexual gratification... I don’t want think about what that fucker would put you through.”
“We probably won’t hear anything for a few hours, maybe we should wait over at my house... just in case. I’m sure your mom will be back with Alek in tow and everything will be fine, but it couldn’t hurt to hedge our bets.”
I turned to look at her, “that’s a good idea.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
“It’s not that... I just... you haven’t... crap, is there any way out of this for me, you know, without shoving my foot deeper into my mouth?”
She laughed playfully, “Only by you shoving something that isn’t your foot, into something that isn’t your mouth.”
We quickly made our way through the back yards and into Samanth’s kitchen.
“Speaking of twisted sexual gratification,” she said, thoughtfully, “your mom won’t be back for a while and it just occurred to me that this is the first place we had sex... sort of... but neither of us really enjoyed it... you know... if you don’t count the fact that you came.”
“Then we should rectify that. Do you want to get up on the table or the counter?”
“Neither – you were wounded, out of it and sitting in that chair. So you sit down and let me play nurse.”
I quickly spun the chair around and sat. she straddled me and began to gyrate to unheard music, giving me a very erotic show. My cock started to swell, still trapped inside my clothing.
She pulled her shirt up over her head, allowing me to see her lovely swollen chest, barely covered by a thin green lace bra that matched her eyes.
She pulled my head into the soft resilient mounds, mimicking one of the actions that had gotten me so fevered that day... that day all this had started... that day Thad had unknowingly unleashed my power.
Time slipped by as I received my impromptu lap dance. I was about to open my trousers and relieve the painfully twisted cock that wanted so desperately to be straight and hard when my phone rang.
It was my mom’s throw away.
Samantha blew out a frustrated sigh, but she was grinning. “You should answer that – could be important.”
“Hi, mom, what’s going on?”
She was whispering. “I’m not sure. Everything looks okay, but it just doesn’t feel right. Has anything happened over there?”
I had put her on speaker, she may have needed to stay quiet, but we didn’t.
“Nothing yet, but we’ve gone to Sam’s just in case.”
Samantha had put her shirt back on and wandered over to the window.
“Jake, you shouldn’t lie to your mother.”
“What?” I asked.
“What is she talking about?” whispered my mother on the phone.
“There are two SUV’s in your driveway, a guy at the front door, another at the back, I guess there are some inside but I can’t... yeah, there are some inside.”
“You two have to get out of there, now!” My mother exclaimed. Even though she was still whispering, the urgency in her voice gave me impression of her yelling at the top of her voice.
“Okay – we can’t use either door, they’ll see us.”
“C’mon” said Samantha, grabbing my arm, “We’ll use the window in the study, from there we can sneak through the Thompson’s yard, then the Greely’s... we can make it all the way to the end of the block and still keep my house between them and us.”
“Good girl,” whispered my mother, “I told she’s a keeper, Jake.”
“Okay, mom,” I said as we crawled thought the narrow window, “it’s your turn to sit tight, we’re on our way to you. You should probably pull back a safe distance and not doing anything until we get there.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not stu... Shit!”
“What?! Mom!”
She had stopped talking and a bunch of scraping, shuffling noises told me she had shoved her phone into her purse without taking time to end the call.
“What do you want?” Her voice was muffled but the words were clear enough.
“We’re Alek’s back up, he’s got us watching the place. You must be Maureen, come on, he’s been waiting for you.”
We kept to the plan, working our way past the other houses as quickly as we could while maintaining stealth. Samantha seemed relieved, but I felt something was still wrong.
“She’s fine, you heard it, those were Alek’s friends.”
“Then why doesn’t she know them?”
“They probably came with him from Cincinnati – you heard, they’ve been compromised there.”
We were three yards away by now and at the other end of the phone, my mother was just reaching the motel room.
“He’s right in there, one-fifteen.”
We heard a door open, then voices.
“Alek! Are you okay?” asked my mother.
“I’m fine now,” he responded, “But I was more worried about you, Maureen. With Cincinnati under their thumb, no one is safe. That was where our new consolidated headquarters were. They know everything. Or at least they will, as soon as they’ve gotten access to the computers.”
I reached out and grabbed Samantha’s arm.
“That’s not right. We have to get there, now.”
If I hadn’t been so worried about my mother I probably would have felt a little guilty using my telekinesis to unlock Mr. Everson’s garage and steal his Jag – but hey, he hardly ever drove it. Besides, the Eversons would be away for a while yet.
Alek’s voice was talking about the need to disappear for a while.
“I don’t get it, Jake, it sounds like Alek has a handle on things.”
“He called her ‘Maureen’, he never calls her that.”
“Well, it’s hardly the time to joke around.”
“No, I mean he NEVER calls her that. It wouldn’t occur to him. Those guys would have been looking for ‘Reeny’, not Maureen. I hope I’m wrong, but how in the hell did those guys in the SUV’s know where to come looking?”
“Phillip knows where you live.”
“But not that we know Alek, or that we are in any way connected to his group.”
Some of the color drained from her face. “He’s been captured!”
We had been focused on grand theft auto and hadn’t been paying much attention to the talk coming from the phone, until...
“Marry me, Maureen, we can hide out in one of the small towns on the Gulf Coast or down in South America. We can live out our lives and no one will find us.”
“I’m not going to marry you, Alek. We’ve talked about this. You know I’ve never felt... What is that? What are you doing? Get out of there, Alek... You can’t make me love you! How could you... I’ll never...”
I stepped on the gas when her voice cut off.
“It’s over Alek.” Said another voice, Philip’s voice. “She’s too dangerous.”
“No!” shouted Alek, “we can work together, make her love me and then she won’t be a danger to anyone. You were able to suppress her talent before.”
“She let me do that. We can’t force her into this and without her cooperation there’s no telling when her real personality might reemerge.”
“I can keep an eye on her, reinforce anything that starts to slip. Don’t do this. You promised she’d be safe. I don’t care what you do to her brat, but you promised me if I helped you that she’d be mine.”
“We don’t always get what we want.”
“Philip! No!”
BANG – the unmistakable report of a gun.
The world got fuzzy for a moment.
“Jake! Look out!” screamed Samantha.
I came back to my senses as the speeding Jaguar careened through a red light, barely escaping disaster. We were still at least five minutes from the motel. The anger welled up and I squeezed the wheel as my foot descended on the gas pedal until it could go no more. The surrounding scenery was nearly a blur.
There was a cold knot in my stomach. I told myself she was still alive and I would be able to get her to a hospital. I would be in time... I had to be in time.
The phone was still on and we could hear Alek sputtering a string of nearly nonsense syllables. I strained to hear a sound from my mother.
“Pull yourself together, man” spat Philip’s voice, “I’ll make sure you get a harem of a dozen women at least that beautiful, and far less dangerous. I have to see to the boy now and I expect you to be at my office at eight tomorrow morning – don’t be tardy.”
The only sounds now were a soft, muffled sobbing. I wheeled into the back of the parking lot just as a couple SUV’s pulled out of the front.
We quickly found room one-fifteen, there was no sign of Alek’s erstwhile bodyguards, they must have left with their master, Phillip.
“You stay out here,” I whispered to Samantha, “That fucker is mine and I don’t want him fucking with your head.”
“Be careful.” She whispered back, then gave me a quick kiss.
I kicked in the door, with some help from telekinesis, but I don’t think I really needed it.
Alek was kneeling near my mother’s body, sobbing.
I wasn’t in time. I couldn’t have been in time.
I noticed he hadn’t gotten close enough to get any of her blood on him. Blood that was still leaking from her shattered head.
“You fucking bastard!” I shouted.
His head had come up at the sound of the door bursting in, but now he held out his hands, as if to ward me off.
“Jake, it was Philip, I don’t know how he found me, but he came in right after your mom. There was nothing I could do. We can kill him if we work together.”
“You’re lying. You set her up! She’s dead and it’s all your fault!”
Dead. My mother was dead.
It was finally hitting me, seeing her lying there on the floor of a cheap motel room. The damage to her head, the blood soaking into the carpet. The gun used to end her life lay a few feet away.
Ten minutes ago I was sitting in Samantha’s kitchen about to enjoy her pleasures and now my mother was dead. My knees went weak and I dropped to the floor at her side. I reached out and touched her still warm arm.
We would never again have one of our little talks. I would never see that smile, never hear her voice... never again would I feel her love wash over me when she hugged me. The gleam in her sparkling eyes when she was teasing, was gone forever.
The full meaning of that disembodied sound I had heard coming out of my cell phone hit me at that moment. I was awash in grief, the whole world had shrunk until it was just my mother, lying there, her eyes open, but without a trace of a sparkle.
Alek was right, I would need his help to kill Phillip – and I fully intended to kill him.
Then I noticed the tingle.
I closed my eyes and despite my despondence, I called up my sight and sure enough, Alek was connected to my grief and filling me with it, leaving me vulnerable to his suggestions.
I ripped the connection apart and immediately strength returned to my body. I sent my rage out and slammed it into Alek’s fear.
Keeping the connection, I opened my eyes and he was backing away from me.
“Jake! You have to listen to me. I tried to protect her, to protect you. I had no choice, I had to go along with him.”
“Bullshit!” His eyes were wide with terror as I pumped energy down the link.
He tried to fight my connection but his panic was too much to overcome.
“We heard everything you motherfucker.” With my mind I snatched the sheet from the bed and shredded it into strips, which spun themselves into a rope as I talked. “She was on the phone to me and left it connected. We heard what you wanted and we heard you let that bastard kill her.”
His terror stricken eyes grew even wider and he continued trying to fight my connection as the makeshift rope wound around his neck. He clawed at the twisted sheet to no avail.
“You make me sick! All your talk about morals and ethics, doing the right thing. Then you go and sell out your entire network, and for what? Just to fuck my mother?”
“No, Jake,” he said, pulling at the rope wrapped around his neck, “I loved her!”
“You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
I felt him trying to reverse the connection but the amount of furious energy I was forcing down it made that impossible. Closing my eyes I saw him trying to reconnect one of his auras with mine, due to his panic, the attempts were pathetic and I easily batted them away. His fear aura glowed brightly as I rammed the loose end of my ‘rope’ through the drywall above the bathroom door, I pulled it through until Alek was dangling, his toes a mere inch from the floor, then tied it off.
I watched long enough to ensure that there was no way he could save himself, then turned to go.
Samantha was standing in the door.
“I wish you hadn’t seen that.”
“My God, Jake, I am so sorry.” she was looking at my mother’s body.
She came to me and we held each other for a moment.
“As for what I just saw... he’s lucky you’re the talent, Jake, and not me. It wouldn’t have been nearly so pleasant an ending.”
I started to kneel down beside my mother when she grabbed my arm.
“We have to go. This might be a seedy neighborhood, but sooner or later someone’s gonna call the cops about that gunshot. We can’t be here when they arrive – we can’t be that easy to find.”
She was right. Damnit. I took just enough time for a silent good bye and it was no more than three seconds after we pulled out of the parking lot that a screaming police car came screeching around a corner, passed us and whipped into it.
We didn’t go home, I’m not a total moron. We hid out at Kirsten’s, telling her my mother had fallen victim to mob violence. I swore her to secrecy and made up some bullshit about mobsters trying to get my mom to make some things in her files disappear and she refused, reporting it to her superior – who happened to be in on the scam. I told Kirsten that she was going to go to the cops and Alek had her stashed away in a motel room and was going to help her contact the police. The mob apparently found them and took them out, staging it to look like a murder-suicide.
Jesus fucking Christ! The lies rolled off my tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. Kirsten was a person I had grown to like, admire and even respect and I was feeding her a major line of bullshit as though she meant nothing at all to me.
Almost as bad as lying to a good friend, was making that rat-bastard Alek out to be a decent guy who died trying to help a friend instead of the betraying son-of-a-bitch he really was.
I paced the floors all night, regularly checking windows for any strange cars and trying to figure out what I was going to do next. Samantha pleaded with me to get some sleep, but there was no way that was going to happen.
Kirsten’s parents must have thought I was insane and I probably was, to a certain extent.
It wasn’t until about seven the next morning that I formed the plan.
What little bit of a plan it was.
I was going to find Phillip.
Then, once I found him.
I was going to kill him.