Chapter 5 Intro Colin

My name is Collin Dawn Fort. I am sixteen. And I am here to tell you my story. You can choose to listen or not. But this is entirely up to you. I am a murderer…and no one knows this about me. If they did that would be a very bad thing. People don't accept my kind. Not now and probably not ever. My name is Collin Bryan Fort and I am terrified. This is my story…

I was born in Copperhill Macon County, just at the edge of Missouri's Lake of the Ozarks. The as the crack ass of the world it seemed. We only had a population 220. A hurting livestock no store, one school and the scent of cattle and shit everywhere you turned. Houses were located miles away from each other and if you were lucky you lived next to one of the four gas stations we had. Yes it was small uncomfortable and quite. But it was home. A home many swore they'd never leave.

In the beginning of the by-passing one of three things began to happen. First, people lost their minds. Some just packed their things and left. Others tried to fight. Gas prices raised and the towns 220 went to 150 quickly.

Second local business and the train station died. The town's economics system went from bad to worse and nobody had any work. Hope was beginning to fade and people stop coming around. Now Copperhill was nothing.

Then the worse happened. They took us off the map. Copperhill was now just a road in the middle of nowhere. We had one store, two gas stations and a population 69. The town had died along with any hope the people had to revive it. It was now quite in Copperhill. It was always too quiet for anyone to stand. Sometimes folks just lose their minds. One of those folks would be my daddy.

Police officer Jerald Conner Fort had been known as the greatest man alive. He was a community legend, lover of God and my daddy. I loved him very much. But he was also a drunk, a widower and a cold hearted son of bitch. With a backward mind and a narrow point of view he never really knew how to show love to me.

I was born in a house with three brothers. Momma died giving birth to my little sister Jane and so it was hard for me to get much attention at all. In fact I was often avoided by my whole family. Chris was the football player. Then the twins Mark and Dale were the brains. Jane was the little girl…who was I. I was an outcast.

From my farewell esteem I had always been a queer. Momma had always known I guess. She had often been there to step in when daddy would lose his sense in the night and proceed to beat me for acting like a girl. He would always knock me a few good times before she would jump in to lose her own temper. Her argument was always the same. In all the madness she'd always say, "He is ye'r son! An' he needs a daddy. Be what ye'r supposed to be to him. F'er you know'd it he'll be gone."

Her words were always so deep and it would often hush him up. But weather it ever really got through to him…I will never truly know. I just wonder if he ever loved me. How could a man of such stature love his queer son? How could he ever understand that? My mother had believed he had but then again she could have been wrong.

"Collin! How in da everlasting hell can you'd be sooo dam stupid? Can ya tell me?" Daddy would often find things to lose his temper about. This time it was the dishes. Witch was not done of course. I had thought it wasn't my turn but hey I guess it was. With a deep mournful sigh I listened to him rant and rave until his face had turned blue and his eyes had gone completely filled with moister before I was finally beat and sent to my room. Mark had been sitting in his special chair when I walked in. He glanced up only to smirk and then looked back down to a thick book. I glared at him.

The chair had been made for momma when she was pregnant with her fist son. He'd died in labor so the chair was never used. Until Mark. Mark had been a long intense battle from the start. First his lungs stopped growing. Then his weight dropped. Then so on many more complications that did nothing but cause doctors grieve. Funny thing being Dale had never had any problems really. He was the first to pop out seven pounds twelve inches. He was small but healthy. Then Mark had come along and it took momma a good twelve hours to deliver him. He was maybe 4 pounds and a good eight inches. He had severe liver failure and extreme kidney damage but he survived. They gave him the chair and named him Mark. That's was daddy's best friends name.

I took a seat on my bed and sighed. I was suddenly very tired. The bed felt very nice underneath me and warmth came and soon I was in a deep slumber.

It took me to a fare away place where people loved me and I was important. I was in a place where I felt strong. I stood tall and proud of whom I was. Where people did not judge you for what you are. But this beautiful place is just a dream…

Chapter 6

IN THE BEGINNING

The night air was almost an oppressor. The world had become lazy and zombie like. Internally I kinda liked the quite. It made me feel safe. Almost like a cloud of protection. Most nights the air was hot and people were often irate and angry. It did not take long for them to point this to me. What can I say; I was a punching bag for a regular redneck convention. It wasn't easy knowing this. I was always left out. If I wasn't being hit I was being avoided. It was hard to understand when I was little. All the other boys used to tease me but as I got older I realized that I wasn't like the others. Not at all. I wasn't a total queer. I did enjoy sports and rough housing but I just lacked the same thinking process. My mind was often wandering off into space leaving me behind the other guys. I did not much care to shoot guns or check out girls. I really did not feel the need to fist fight to get to the top and beat the other guys. I wasn't worried about proving myself. I wanted one thing only and that was the one thing most never had…I wanted to leave this town. I wanted to go far away and never look back

When I entered the first year of my high school career it more or less sucked. I made no friends and was a loner. I was an A+ student and I was proud of this. I often made money by writing papers for the football team or math test answers for the other kids. It wasn't hard work and yes I enjoyed the money.

It was my sophomore year that I got my first girlfriend. Her name was Susi Marsh and she was a freshman from Long Island Tennessee. And she was beautiful and perfect and stills to this day the only girl I have ever had an attraction to.

Chapter 7

Chocolate Buzz

It was in July and school was just a month away. I had woken early to walk to the store to buy me some chocolate. I had not decided witch kind but was more excited by the fact that I was getting some. I loved chocolate. It made everything better.

The sun was hot that day. It was humid as well witch made it feel like it was in the hundreds but in all reality it was only in the ninety's. I walked slowly, letting the heat beat down my shirtless figure. I had only worn out jeans on. The sun was pleased by this. Making sure that its heat was directly on me. I laughed at this. I hoped that I would not get too dark before winter. I liked my skin somewhat white.

The apache in me made my skin darker than usual. My hair also was jet black and came out in tufts around my head. I had been told more than once that I needed to cut it but I wasn't truly worried about it.

I wasn't a bad looking guy. I was built by gene due to my family. We all were large and thick. I myself was not the tallest but the most defined. I worked hard for that too. My nightly workouts lasted a good two hours and that did not include sports. I did around a thousand sit ups, pull ups and weight training. I ran twice a week for a good six miles. I was no jock but I wasn't a wimp earthier.

I did what I had to do to be in shape. I liked looking good. I had nice muscles and like that too. I was also tall. Well not as tall as most of my brothers but tall enough. I was reaching maybe 6"4 and still growing. My eyes were dark brown and I had a mean right arm. So yes I wasn't ugly.

I wasn't great on this particular day though. I had only thought to shave maybe last month and a shower was seriously needed. The jeans I wore had wholes and stains and the shirt I carried looked no better. The shoes were hell; no need to go into detail on those.

I reached my destination pretty quickly and walked on in shirtless. Mrs. Cho always gave me discounts when I did this. The air conditioner had seen better days so the room was only a few degrees cooler than outside but the humidity was not as bed so comfort was an easier word to use.

I found the place had a new atmosphere. The tables had been moved around and then for sale sign just happened to be taken down. That sign had been there for three good years. Earthier Mr. Tubs had decided that he was done trying to sale it or maybe we had a new comer. The likelihood of this happening was very slim so I didn't think about it too long.

I walked straight back to the chocolate. It wasn't hard to find. It was hidden three isles down to the right. I saw it there and my mouth watered.

I couldn't decide what to get. I only had five bucks. That limited my options. It all looked good. The Kit Kats or Snickers were always an investment but oh Almonds Joys were looking pretty good right now. In the end I couldn't decide. It was just too complicated. I began to look around while I contemplated this.

Turning into the isle full of sodas and popcorns I heard a voice. It was a gentle ring in the air. It was almost like a humming, and it made me freeze dead center. I didn't dare turn someone was looking at me.

"I'm sure you'll love it here Allie. The people are really nice. There's so much open space and life. I mean look how pretty it all is!

Plus if we are able to buy this house you'll get your own room. Cheer up Allie. Are you even listening to me?"

"What? Yea Ma I hear you. Who is he?" she said gently. She then pointed her head in my direction discreetly. Trying to hide the fact that she had been looking at me. Her father from what I guessed sighed. It was Mr. Cole who answered.

"Hey Colin get your ugly butt over here and introduce yourself." I glanced up in horror. I felt my stomach knot up and it hit me all of the sudden that I was shirtless. I walked slowly to our new comer's.

I approached with ease until I saw her. She was…beautiful. Her eyes were dark green and her hair blonde. It traveled past her shoulders like waves. Her body was tight. She had muscle like a volleyball player and long sexy tan lets that ran up to a huge shapely ass. It was perfect that ass. It wasn't huge but beautifully rounded and muscles. Her flat abs rocked the rest of her body as well pretty little breast. They were not huge but more just shapely.

Her face was even more cute. With adorable pixie features and nice thick plump lips. I wanted her. Right then and there. I had never been with a girl but this one had me going right then and there. She smiled through a deep blush and bit her lip. If I wasn't such a pansy I would have complimented her but I was.

I felt like such a dork for asking. He was so handsome though. His features were all male with a rough square jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen as well as his body. I thought bodies only came like that in magazines. He was huge. Taller than my own father and his hair was almost ash colored. His skin was so tan, dark rich copper. I wanted to reach out and touch him. His body was a figure in its own. He was so built. Not like body builder just lean and large. I couldn't believe he was shirtless and didn't have a million girls after him. I didn't know what to think. If only the girls in the neighborhood could see me

Chapter 5 Intro Colin

My name is Collin Dawn Fort. I am sixteen. And I am here to tell you my story. You can choose to listen or not. But this is entirely up to you. I am a murderer…and no one knows this about me. If they did that would be a very bad thing. People don't accept my kind. Not now and probably not ever. My name is Collin Bryan Fort and I am terrified. This is my story…

I was born in Copperhill Macon County, just at the edge of Missouri's Lake of the Ozarks. The as the crack ass of the world it seemed. We only had a population 220. A hurting livestock no store, one school and the scent of cattle and shit everywhere you turned. Houses were located miles away from each other and if you were lucky you lived next to one of the four gas stations we had. Yes it was small uncomfortable and quite. But it was home. A home many swore they'd never leave.

In the beginning of the by-passing one of three things began to happen. First, people lost their minds. Some just packed their things and left. Others tried to fight. Gas prices raised and the towns 220 went to 150 quickly.

Second local business and the train station died. The town's economics system went from bad to worse and nobody had any work. Hope was beginning to fade and people stop coming around. Now Copperhill was nothing.

Then the worse happened. They took us off the map. Copperhill was now just a road in the middle of nowhere. We had one store, two gas stations and a population 69. The town had died along with any hope the people had to revive it. It was now quite in Copperhill. It was always too quiet for anyone to stand. Sometimes folks just lose their minds. One of those folks would be my daddy.

Police officer Jerald Conner Fort had been known as the greatest man alive. He was a community legend, lover of God and my daddy. I loved him very much. But he was also a drunk, a widower and a cold hearted son of bitch. With a backward mind and a narrow point of view he never really knew how to show love to me.

I was born in a house with three brothers. Momma died giving birth to my little sister Jane and so it was hard for me to get much attention at all. In fact I was often avoided by my whole family. Chris was the football player. Then the twins Mark and Dale were the brains. Jane was the little girl…who was I. I was an outcast.

From my farewell esteem I had always been a queer. Momma had always known I guess. She had often been there to step in when daddy would lose his sense in the night and proceed to beat me for acting like a girl. He would always knock me a few good times before she would jump in to lose her own temper. Her argument was always the same. In all the madness she'd always say, "He is ye'r son! An' he needs a daddy. Be what ye'r supposed to be to him. F'er you know'd it he'll be gone."

Her words were always so deep and it would often hush him up. But weather it ever really got through to him…I will never truly know. I just wonder if he ever loved me. How could a man of such stature love his queer son? How could he ever understand that? My mother had believed he had but then again she could have been wrong.

"Collin! How in da everlasting hell can you'd be sooo dam stupid? Can ya tell me?" Daddy would often find things to lose his temper about. This time it was the dishes. Witch was not done of course. I had thought it wasn't my turn but hey I guess it was. With a deep mournful sigh I listened to him rant and rave until his face had turned blue and his eyes had gone completely filled with moister before I was finally beat and sent to my room. Mark had been sitting in his special chair when I walked in. He glanced up only to smirk and then looked back down to a thick book. I glared at him.

The chair had been made for momma when she was pregnant with her fist son. He'd died in labor so the chair was never used. Until Mark. Mark had been a long intense battle from the start. First his lungs stopped growing. Then his weight dropped. Then so on many more complications that did nothing but cause doctors grieve. Funny thing being Dale had never had any problems really. He was the first to pop out seven pounds twelve inches. He was small but healthy. Then Mark had come along and it took momma a good twelve hours to deliver him. He was maybe 4 pounds and a good eight inches. He had severe liver failure and extreme kidney damage but he survived. They gave him the chair and named him Mark. That's was daddy's best friends name.

I took a seat on my bed and sighed. I was suddenly very tired. The bed felt very nice underneath me and warmth came and soon I was in a deep slumber.

It took me to a fare away place where people loved me and I was important. I was in a place where I felt strong. I stood tall and proud of whom I was. Where people did not judge you for what you are. But this beautiful place is just a dream…

Chapter 6

IN THE BEGINNING

The night air was almost an oppressor. The world had become lazy and zombie like. Internally I kinda liked the quite. It made me feel safe. Almost like a cloud of protection. Most nights the air was hot and people were often irate and angry. It did not take long for them to point this to me. What can I say; I was a punching bag for a regular redneck convention. It wasn't easy knowing this. I was always left out. If I wasn't being hit I was being avoided. It was hard to understand when I was little. All the other boys used to tease me but as I got older I realized that I wasn't like the others. Not at all. I wasn't a total queer. I did enjoy sports and rough housing but I just lacked the same thinking process. My mind was often wandering off into space leaving me behind the other guys. I did not much care to shoot guns or check out girls. I really did not feel the need to fist fight to get to the top and beat the other guys. I wasn't worried about proving myself. I wanted one thing only and that was the one thing most never had…I wanted to leave this town. I wanted to go far away and never look back

When I entered the first year of my high school career it more or less sucked. I made no friends and was a loner. I was an A+ student and I was proud of this. I often made money by writing papers for the football team or math test answers for the other kids. It wasn't hard work and yes I enjoyed the money.

It was my sophomore year that I got my first girlfriend. Her name was Susi Marsh and she was a freshman from Long Island Tennessee. And she was beautiful and perfect and stills to this day the only girl I have ever had an attraction to.

Chapter 7

Chocolate Buzz

It was in July and school was just a month away. I had woken early to walk to the store to buy me some chocolate. I had not decided witch kind but was more excited by the fact that I was getting some. I loved chocolate. It made everything better.

The sun was hot that day. It was humid as well witch made it feel like it was in the hundreds but in all reality it was only in the ninety's. I walked slowly, letting the heat beat down my shirtless figure. I had only worn out jeans on. The sun was pleased by this. Making sure that its heat was directly on me. I laughed at this. I hoped that I would not get too dark before winter. I liked my skin somewhat white.

The apache in me made my skin darker than usual. My hair also was jet black and came out in tufts around my head. I had been told more than once that I needed to cut it but I wasn't truly worried about it.

I wasn't a bad looking guy. I was built by gene due to my family. We all were large and thick. I myself was not the tallest but the most defined. I worked hard for that too. My nightly workouts lasted a good two hours and that did not include sports. I did around a thousand sit ups, pull ups and weight training. I ran twice a week for a good six miles. I was no jock but I wasn't a wimp earthier.

I did what I had to do to be in shape. I liked looking good. I had nice muscles and like that too. I was also tall. Well not as tall as most of my brothers but tall enough. I was reaching maybe 6"4 and still growing. My eyes were dark brown and I had a mean right arm. So yes I wasn't ugly.

I wasn't great on this particular day though. I had only thought to shave maybe last month and a shower was seriously needed. The jeans I wore had wholes and stains and the shirt I carried looked no better. The shoes were hell; no need to go into detail on those.

I reached my destination pretty quickly and walked on in shirtless. Mrs. Cho always gave me discounts when I did this. The air conditioner had seen better days so the room was only a few degrees cooler than outside but the humidity was not as bed so comfort was an easier word to use.

I found the place had a new atmosphere. The tables had been moved around and then for sale sign just happened to be taken down. That sign had been there for three good years. Earthier Mr. Tubs had decided that he was done trying to sale it or maybe we had a new comer. The likelihood of this happening was very slim so I didn't think about it too long.

I walked straight back to the chocolate. It wasn't hard to find. It was hidden three isles down to the right. I saw it there and my mouth watered.

I couldn't decide what to get. I only had five bucks. That limited my options. It all looked good. The Kit Kats or Snickers were always an investment but oh Almonds Joys were looking pretty good right now. In the end I couldn't decide. It was just too complicated. I began to look around while I contemplated this.

Turning into the isle full of sodas and popcorns I heard a voice. It was a gentle ring in the air. It was almost like a humming, and it made me freeze dead center. I didn't dare turn someone was looking at me.

"I'm sure you'll love it here Allie. The people are really nice. There's so much open space and life. I mean look how pretty it all is!

Plus if we are able to buy this house you'll get your own room. Cheer up Allie. Are you even listening to me?"

"What? Yea Ma I hear you. Who is he?" she said gently. She then pointed her head in my direction discreetly. Trying to hide the fact that she had been looking at me. Her father from what I guessed sighed. It was Mr. Cole who answered.

"Hey Colin get your ugly butt over here and introduce yourself." I glanced up in horror. I felt my stomach knot up and it hit me all of the sudden that I was shirtless. I walked slowly to our new comer's.

I approached with ease until I saw her. She was…beautiful. Her eyes were dark green and her hair blonde. It traveled past her shoulders like waves. Her body was tight. She had muscle like a volleyball player and long sexy tan lets that ran up to a huge shapely ass. It was perfect that ass. It wasn't huge but beautifully rounded and muscles. Her flat abs rocked the rest of her body as well pretty little breast. They were not huge but more just shapely.

Her face was even more cute. With adorable pixie features and nice thick plump lips. I wanted her. Right then and there. I had never been with a girl but this one had me going right then and there. She smiled through a deep blush and bit her lip. If I wasn't such a pansy I would have complimented her but I was.

I felt like such a dork for asking. He was so handsome though. His features were all male with a rough square jaw and high cheekbones. His eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen as well as his body. I thought bodies only came like that in magazines. He was huge. Taller than my own father and his hair was almost ash colored. His skin was so tan, dark rich copper. I wanted to reach out and touch him. His body was a figure in its own. He was so built. Not like body builder just lean and large. I couldn't believe he was shirtless and didn't have a million girls after him. I didn't know what to think. If only the girls in the neighborhood could see me now.