Okay, so this is chapter two. I just want to say that I am still a little disappointed with the lack of reveiws on this. I got 40 veiws last month and one reveiw. Come on guys, I need some feed back. It just seems wrong that no one is writing me about my awsome ass story so instead of blog about it like a little bitch I thought to myself, why aren't they writing to me? Then it came to me, you guys need some insentive right? *waggles eyebrows suggestively* So here's the deal, I promise to add a steamy lemon to the next chapter for every five reveiws I get on this one. So hurry the fuck up and reveiw all ready!!!!!!!! Don't make me call Mr. McFeely and Handy in on this. Trust me you DO NOT want that!!!!
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Three small inflatable rafts pulled up onto the shore and a man stepped off onto the beach. He was old, maybe not in years, but definitely in physical advancement. His skin was leathery and tight from years of salt water, his eyes sunken, and he seemed to be missing a few teeth…but that didn't seem to bother him much. Judging by his gut he probably lived in the galley. His uniform interested me more however; it was black and resembled a common American Naval Officers uniform. He wore a black sweater with his rank and name sown into it but the really interesting part was the patch opposite his name on the chest of his sweater, I.S.A. Navy. I.S.A.? Wasn't that the abbreviation for the International Super Academies organization? They must be big if they could afford a navy, interesting.
"I'm First Mate Hadley," he announced. Like any of us cared. "And you'll be traveling on the I.S.A. Destiny for the rest of your trip. If there is anyone who has second thoughts, you can go now." That got the crowd riled up. One boy got his balls up enough to address Hadley,
"Are you fucking telling me, I don't have to go to this dumb ass school?" He screamed. Oh yeah, he was a punk all right, through and through. From the tips of his worn out unlaced boots to the fringe on his frayed sleeveless camo vest, bleh. I didn't follow fashion trends but at least I could put together an outfit a little less vomit inducing. Hadley looked the boy over for a minute, sizing him up I'd say,
"Yes that is what I'm fucking telling you." He said finally, visibly annoyed. The boy cheered,
"Yeah fuck this then!" But when he turned to leave Hadley smiled a wicked grin,
"Good, Thompson inform the authorities." Hadley said to one of the sailors still in the boat. The boy spun back around and charged Hadley, and everyone else who'd followed the punk's example turned to listen.
"Whoa man! I thought you said we could go!" He screamed in the first mate's face. I turned to Stud and grinned,
"This is gonna be good." I said. He nodded,
"What do you wanna bet the punk ends up face down in the sand in the first ten seconds." He asked.
"That smoke I owe you plus one." I replied. Stud smiled,
"You're on." We moved to the front of the crowd to get a better look at the action just as Hadley was looking down at the kid, who happened to be at least a head shorter.
"You can go, you are more than free my boy, but there will be consequences." Hadley looked up to the rest of the group then, "And that goes for the rest of you as well, as of this moment you are all members of the I.S.A. Navy, and will be until our arrival at Rockbottom. You will be treated like such and that means, military discipline, military chores, and if you choose to leave without expressed permission or order from a commanding officer." He stared back down at the boy, who was portraying teenage angst in at its best, "You will be classified as AWOL and subject to legal ramifications." I could hear the punk's teeth grinding now.
"This is bullshit!" he screamed, "I did not sign up for this shit!" Hadley straightened,
"Fall in and solute maggot!" Hadley barked. The rage in the boy's eyes was clear,
"Fuck you man! And my names Jeremy." A second man stepped off the boat and pointed his rifle at Jeremy,
"Crewman Jeremy, First Mate Hadley issued you a direct order, I strongly suggest you follow it!" Jeremy looked as if he was pissing himself now and if it weren't for the smoke blocking my sense of smell I'd bet I could have smelled it.
"This is good." Stud said next to me.
"Yeah." I murmured. Maybe a little too good. I didn't want them to shoot him, teach his punk ass a lesson but actually shoot him? Not kosher. Jeremy stumbled back,
"Hey, hey. I'm not even armed, what the fuck?" he said in a small voice.
"Lieutenant Thompson, stand down." Hadley ordered.
"Yes, sir." Thompson lowered his rifle and took a reluctant but immediate step back. Looked like Hadley was strict with his men. "Crewman Jeremy, if you can land one solid punch on me, you may go home with no strings attached." Jeremy looked to Thompson and back to Hadley before relaxing a little,
"Wait, so if I can hit you, I can go?" he asked skeptically. I looked to Stud who shrugged and then at the rest of the crowd who also seemed interested in the current events, except for Ashley who was sitting on the sand with her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. Her back was slightly arched as she leaned back and closed her eyes to the sun. God she was sexy!
"Hey man, you paying attention to this?" Stud asked me. I turned my head back to him slowly, wanting to linger on Ashley's limber form.
"Yeah," I said lazily, "Yeah I'm watching." When I looked back Hadley looked amused,
"I swear to you Jeremy that I will personally sign your discharge papers myself." He was saying. Jeremy looked the First Mate over and chewed on his lip for a minute before turning as if to walk away, except about halfway through his step he spun into a wild haymaker. Hadley smirked and simply stepped out of the way, catching Jeremy's ankle with his boot in the process, which sent him sprawling. Shit! Now I owed him two smokes.
"Don't worry man, I'll let you hit one." I backhanded him in the chest without looking over,
"Shut up, this is about to get interesting." Jeremy was just getting up, red faced and spitting sand he stormed Hadley trying for a combination of equally wild and easily avoidable punches this time but just as before Hadley simply wasn't there when the punches arrived. Damn, the old man was faster than he looked. Hadley bored of this quickly and caught Jeremy at the height of his next hook, right under his arm and allowed his own weight to throw him several feet across the beach.
"Goodness Jeremy, That was a wonderful warm up. It is always good to start off a little light." Hadley mocked, from an orthodox boxer's stance as he danced lightly from foot to foot. Jeremy got up again but this time something was different. He stumbled and began to laugh,
"You're done for old man." He said simply.
"Well then you must know something I don't because as far as I know you can't actually land a punch without getting somewhere near me." Jeremy scowled as a reply and began to grind his teeth. I could hear his clothes beginning to rip and then he roared and grew to three times his previous size. The crowd of students gasped in unison and backed away quickly. Even Stud and I took a discreet step away, but Ashley, who was stretching now…NO! So not the time to be distracted Damien!
Jeremy's muscles bunched and swelled to hulk like proportions, without the eye raping shade of green, and he charged. Huge, horribly off balance…and now wearing nothing but a few stubborn shreds of denim that left nothing to the imagination, yeah I was going to have some nightmares about that one. Could it be that Hadley had gotten himself in over his head on this? I wondered. But he didn't move, a ten-foot ball of muscle was running straight at him and he didn't even blink. Hadley just waited for Jeremy to get close enough and dropkicked him in the kneecap, which dropped him immediately.
"Lieutenant!" Hadley screamed with his right hand out. Thompson threw his rifle and Hadley caught it, "Nap time Jeremy." Hadley said with the first sign of anger I'd seen so far and hit the lumbering dope in his over grown temple with the butt of his borrowed rifle. Jeremy simply dropped, no recoil and no cry of pain. As soon as the blow landed he was down and out, and his body was quickly returning to normal size.
"Somebody get this piece of shit out of my sight and for god's sake find him some clothing!" Hadley screamed at his men. He returned the rifle to Thompson, and addressed the crowd. Everyone was cheering him now, even me. What can I say? Just like the average teen I loved a good fight.
"Shut the fuck up maggots!" he roared, silencing Stud and I in the middle of a fist pumping whoooo session. "Does anyone else want to try me?" he demanded of us. Not a single person stepped forward.
"Good! Now grab your shit and board the boats in a single file." Hadley turned and addressed the two soldiers who'd stepped forward to haul off poor Jeremy, "Make sure he goes to the brig gentlemen. We'll give him some time to contemplate his injuries in isolation." They resounded with a united,
"SIR, YES, SIR," before loading Jeremy onto one of the rafts and hurrying him away to the mother ship.
Stud placed a hand on my shoulder as we walked to the nearest raft,
"You know," he began, "This school year might not be so bad after all." I smiled.
"You think your dad knew there was a mandatory military sentence involved or will that just be a happy bonus?" Stud's eyes lit up with a mischievous light and he grinned as well,
"I don't know but I bet if I tell him I was in the Navy I could make him think I'm gay. That'll really piss him off." I laughed,
"Isn't that what got you into this situation in the first place?" I asked him.
"Hey man that was not my fault," he said holding his hands up defensively, "chick was wearing a school girl outfit and she was all over me."
"Yeah I could see how that would make one weak." I replied. His lips pulled back in a broad grin,
"Of course that outfit might have just been because I was going to a private school at the time, and we were practicing for our dance class." Stud said thoughtfully. I punched him in the shoulder,
"Man you're so full of it!"
"That's what she said." We both laughed again and this time I swear I could feel tears coming. Stud may be right, with him as a friend, eye candy like Ashley, and a good fight now and then…hell, this could be the best damn year of my life.
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PS- Thanks to Lunamirrior. AKA the one who savedd this stories ass from the firey depths of now existance. YAY! Everybody clap like hell!! WHOOOOOO!
Anyway, seriously, thanks a lot Luna. Hope you like the new chapter. O.o I'll keep an eye on your stories too.