Three's a Pair

by Fro Ninja

Young orphan Huey Jones has lived a life of servitude for as long as he can remember, often feeling cursed by his powers. But when he is freed, he is finds himself at the center of a supernatural war that has been ongoing for more than thousands of years. Joined by two unlikely allies with similar gifts,he vows to protect the world from this ancient threat, and most of all, end it.

2. Chapter 1

Authors Notes

Funny story about how this fanfic came together. It was actually when I was at a Chinese buffet when I saw a kid talking to himself in the corner of the restaurant, but for some reason no one was looking at him funny or even just making sure he wasn't "broken". Since I talked to myself a lot when I was little, I did some research in the psychological reasoning on why a kid would talk to themselves even when there's people around them. Apparently, it originates from a sub-conscious feeling of wanting to converse with someone but lacking the social ability or rather the motivation to do so, so you make it a habit to talk to yourself to subside that feeling of social activity. There's an anime called Haganai that covers a little bit of what I'm talking about,and this whole statement doesn't really make any sense. But anyway, yeah Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Near the outskirts of the Cal Madow mountains, somewhere in Somalia. 12 years ago

It was the same old morning that I've experienced since I first learned how to walk. The feeling of bruises on my body from being pawed and kicked around, and scabbed knees that I would get from cleaning and waxing the floors of the house thats seen better days. Laying down in the dirt, covered in someones trash,the sensation of worms and maggots on my face and the stench of god only knows what resonating from the pile that I made my makeshift pillow out of, wishing I could stay like this forever. But of course, who else wishes they could stay in the same position they've always been in, refusing to move forward towards change in their lives. In short, I'm living out my days on the other side of the lavish river.

My eyes began to wrinkle and dry out from looking at the sun for five minutes now. My arms felt like weights that have been tampered with to give some kind of handicap to the person using them. I could feel some kind of aura of temperance and lavishness from being in a jungle like place like this, but of course that make up for the humidity. I placed my right rand over the view of my eyes, color soon became darkness as I let out a sigh.

"So this is where you were huh?" I heard a voice peeking out from the bushes to left of me. It was familiar so I didn't need to be on my guard. In fact, screw familiar, it was a voice that I would recognize even if I was deaf.

"Well I wasn't exactly keen on playing our little game."

"Dude you are no fun, you know that?"

"Twelve years of living as a child slave in Africa will do that to you unfortunately."

"Glass half full indeed."

My imaginary friend Terry was just a bag full of sunshine and I wouldn't have it any other way in my opinion. But at times I feel he is a bit too optimistic of a situation that I've been in my whole life. I gave up on being positive after I lost my first tooth. So yeah, I'm pretty damn negative, and I've been told that's rather unusual for a kid my age. Honestly I don't really know how a normal kid is supposed act, since the only ones I've seen are the ones I have to share a cramped up shed. They pretty much grew up the same way I did, so I don't see myself getting any answers from them.

After a few minutes had passed, Terry laid down next to me in the trash bed I made. We both looked up at the blue sky over our heads. Birds flocked freely as they came and went through the clouds looking for their next destination

But I didn't need sympathy nor did I want it.

I never thought of myself as person who gives up on a situation thats been presented to him, but there are situations that you just have to deal with as is. It takes practice is all.

"Sooooooo..."Terry tried to get a rise out of me. He always does that when he's bored.

"What is it?"

"Why do you always come out here when this kind of thing happens to you?" When he said that, I felt my back twitch and stomach tighten. The fresh cut from my left cheek started to sting again, at least I began to feel it sting again. It disturbing that I perceive getting cut up a daily occurrence, worse that I'm used to it.

"Its' no big deal, those assholes have been doing that to me since I was kid."

"Newsflash, you are a kid."

"Thanks for the support."I felt the sarcasm leave my mouth for a second there.

I was feeling thirsty, so I got up from the bed and made my way to the river a few kliks away from the cliff east of here.

"I'm gonna go get some water."

Terry shot up when he heard me walking away.

"Hold up! Wait for me sunshine."I felt like punching him every time he said that.

The river down the cliff was used the only place in the entire region that I could hear myself think. But ever since Terry was made, those kinds of moments got cut short over the years. But I didn't really mind as long as he knew when to shut up. I walked a little closer to water and saw my face in the reflection. My black fur with piercing green eyes hit me a plethra of nostalgia. Come to think of it, I hadn't really seen what my own face looked like in a long while. Not since I was five I think. Thats about seven years worth of not knowing the face people have to look at every day, but I find a sort of peace with it. If even I don't know what people look at when they see me, I can't get angry, because how can I prove them wrong?

Terry walked up beside me and stared at the water too. For some reason I could always see his reflection, I never got how that worked honestly.

"Looks appetizing."

"What does?"I asked.

"You of course cherry blossom."Terry started to laugh suggestively at my puzzled look.

"Will you just stop it already?" I said as he poured a handful of dirty water down my throat. It tasted like piss and shit that had gone to waste beyond knowing. I spit it out a few seconds later.

"I seriously don't know why you keep drinking that water. You know what people put in this river."

I wiped my mouth after finishing discarding the last of the water.

"Well, its better than begging from the empress."

Terry pumped his chest in pride."Its not so bad you know. Maybe she'll have you wear the maid costume again." My body shivered at the very thought.

"Thats not funny."

"I beg to differ."

"You wouldn't say that if she made you do it."

"Dude."Terry cleared his throat. Then it hit me.

"Shit, I forgot."

As expected, no one can see Terry except me. But for some reason he can still physically touch things in the environment. Its strange considering he was something I created to vent my frustrations towards when the hounds were giving me a bad time. Actually, I can't even remember when I created him, or when he started to think for himself. The years from when I was small to now are very blurry, but I can still the like something is there for me to remember, but every time I do-

"Huey! Someones coming."My ears rung to that sentence. I didn't even have to ask him who it was, because I could already feel my body stiffening.

I turned around to face attention as soon as her voice came into earshot.

"CHILD! Where are you?!"

The stuff of nightmares.

"Terry. Go hide for a bit."

"Are you freaking serious?"

"Just go! I'll handle this." I reluctantly said to him. Terry just stood there, pondering for a few seconds.

"Alright man. I'll be inside."If he wants to, Terry can disappear back into my sub-conscious in case something happens. I don't know how he does it, but then again there a lot of things that I can't make sense of lately. Soon, his body was no longer visible and then his presence was absent as well."And do not let this chick go down on you again man!"

…

I forgot I could still hear him.

Out of the bushes came a hyena in a business suit that looks like it just came from the dryers, fit with a black mini skirt high heels and black stockings, along with long swaying hair and a face so clean you would think a jungle would be the last place she would be. The devil wears prada indeed, and her name Minitra Powell, the woman who made my life a living hell for the past thirteen years.

"There you are child! What do you think you're doing out here?!" This wasn't the first time I've ran away like this, and it sure wouldn't be the last. If I lived that long.

"I'm very sorry Mistress Powell." I hurt myself making my obedient tone and poise.

"I believe I made it clear before that if you leave the house next time especially when I'm not here, you will get more than just whats coming to you. Didn't I?"

I bite my lip to hide the shame.

"Yes you did mistress."

"And what do I find you out here doing?"

I bit my lip again.

"Doing exactly what you said not to mistress."

"Your punishment shall be far more than your usual this time child, you had best believe this to be true. Do you understand child?"

I started to become restless as Terry was giving me a signal from behind the woman who's made my life hell for the past twelve years.

"Yes mistress, I understand perfectly."

"Very good child." Just as soon as I thought she was finish, that smile formed on her aged and ragged as hell face that was somehow blocked by the heavy rays from the sun. Yeah. This is gonna suck. Why?I think you're about to find out.

"This is good timing actually. A warm up for your punishment tonight." She started to lift up her skirt and began tearing a hole in the crotch part of her stockings, and slid her black thong to the leftward direction. Her bare necessities laid out visible for me to see."On your knees and open wide child." I did as she said with barely a shred of regard for my own pride.

My knees touched the dirty and mushy forest ground and came up directly under her with her northern region right in my face, and my mouth flew open as if I were a dog awaiting its bone, but in this case the difference is very nominal. I heard her groan and saw her wriggle her hips in a creepy way as she rubbed her member softly up and down releasing its discharge from its spot. And then...

"Here it comes child." I closed my eyes slightly. Not to pray, but to make sure none of it gets in my eyes this time. It wasn't long until I felt a warm liquid land on the base of my tongue and drip down my throat all the way to my stomach. Not only my face, but my nose got hit in the cross streams as I counted the seconds until it was over. In the middle of it all, she grabbed my head and stuffed my mouth full of her muff. My muffled screams of surprise turned to silence,my breathing halted and my nose was spiked with the heavy stench of a golden shower. The stream flowed down by throat with a burning and acidic sensation that I've experienced one too many times before.

Being this woman's personal toilet is one of my many daily occurrences. I can't say I enjoy or hate it, but I've learned to deal with it over the years.

When it was all over, she held on to my head for a few more seconds. I felt my hair being gripped violently by her man-hands, and head was jerking back and forth out of instinct from the pain. Strands of hair began to fall out from the clumps. I hear her exhale a relieved breath and her grip slowly loosens around my head.

"Ahhhhh. Now that was refreshing wasn't it?" I had my head down staring at the properties of the dirt, it looked surprisingly damped from where I was sitting at. I used to cough up whenever she would finish, but apparently my body knows the flavor by heart, so I can swallow it like its nothing now. Its not a feat I'm proud of.

"Now that was just a warm up. The real entertainment begins after my husband leaves for his business. You won't be getting any sleep I'm afraid" She grabbed my chin with dastardly stroke as she said that, and then pushed it away like closing the toilet seat of a bad bathroom. How fitting.

She fastened her skirt and fixed herself up to look like she just walked out of a business meeting. I still had my face down with bits of her piss still dripping from my mouth. With a laugh of an innocent housewife, she walked with the grace and poise of a ballerina with the ass smothered by her leather mini-skirt gyrated back and forth. And no, I'm not getting off on the she-witch that just used a little kid's throat as a toilet.

...

I sat in the sun for about an hour before I started moving again. Terry got out a little while later and we walked back to the funhouse, or at least that's what I liked to call it.

The Powell Residence 10:43 P.M.

As soon as I got in the building, I felt the sensation of an age old teapot against my skull. It was empty, and the pain was non-chalant. For some reason after I made Terry, I stopped feeling pain like any other person. The figure that stood below me with barely any size to top a grade schooler was the witch's spawn. His name was Nathan. I couldn't really call him a kid seeing as how I had no idea how a kid is supposed to act, but he has the attitude of spoiled lemon.

"Wheres my dinner?!"

I heard the little roach just squeal for his meal. I simply nodded my head and proceeded to the kitchen ,followed head suite by him. I felt the rapid baby taps of his foot on my back all the way there. Once I got in the kitchen I saw the other spawn sitting down at the table passing her time leisurely with a book. Her name was Odessa, or as I like to call her, The Ice Queen's little mistake. A deserving title seeing as how she's not even the woman's daughter, at least that she planned on having.

"I'm gonna start making dinner now."All she did was nod. She had this incredibly focused look on her face and didn't even bad-mouth me as usual as I walked by her. Must be a good book.

Believe it or not, the little migrants are given the same treatment as me by their so called mother, if not worse and she's not even their real mother. Oh yeah, her husband's a real scumbag, but hes never really given me any shit. I was told that he didn't really like the idea of his family owning a child slave, something about going against God's will or something. A model catholic thats for sure.

I grabbed the nearest pot on the rack and started to cook dinner, which was gonna be a challenge with the little thumb sucker giving me his impatient look from the corner of my eye. His feet began to tap in an annoying rhythm that was really starting to piss me off. Terry note of that thought and proceeded to scare the little twerp by taking a cup of some cold water from the bathroom any poured it down his shirt, letting out a scream much better to listen to. He ran around in a stupid little circle thinking there was a snake down his back. Classic.

"AHHHHH! Get this snake off of me!" I hear his bawling sounds echo through the house. It sounds like he stubbed his toe or something, what a young man he'll turn out to be.

About ten minutes passed after I started on dinner. I was making fillet fish with Lemon Caper sauce that was gonna take a while to prepare. I left the fish on the broiling in the pot for a bathroom break. As I was leaving the kitchen I saw the male chimp still sulking in a corner as Terry kept trying slip down his throat, literally. But still its the little things that-

"Hmmm?"I stopped myself in my thought tracks. I noticed the witch's other spawn slipped out of the kitchen when I had my back turned. Since she's the same age as me, she doesn't really have the tendency to spin into hyperactive trance like her brother just did a couple of minutes ago. Unsurprisingly, Terry caught wind on that observation of mine just now.

""I sure did buddy". And now he's talking to me in my mind again, great. "Hey don't be like that Huey mein freund! I'm just trying to look out for you and make sure you protect your neck, and dick!" He was prime example of eloquence this guy."I'm so glad you approve."Anyway, where did Thing 2 run off to? "Where else, dude?"I already knew what he was talking about before he even-"Finished?"

Noticing the signs of her sudden absence and how I coincidentally have to take a break before dinner finishes, I decided to press on anyway."Ten minutes" I said to myself. I signaled Terry and walked out of the kitchen towards the bathroom.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt someone grab me from behind and forcefully push me face first onto the toilet. Next thing I heard the the door slam shit with its lock in place. I turned my head around to view the girlish figure standing in front of me, looking at me through the lens of her scarlet red glasses. "Try to last a little longer this time huh?" Terry had the right idea. He can still hear me think even when I'm away from him. It was a weird little trick, but I stopped caring about the extraordinary a long time ago.

Odessa turned my body around once I got my bearings and then mounted me. She started to rub my crotch softly but with a firm grip she started to grip my soft penis. She wasn't say anything as her hand moved up and down, but I could hear her heavy breathing, with sweat droplets running down her neck and into the cleavage of her shirt. She always loved to play this role.

"Mother did something to again didn't she?" She questioned me as my member started to gain life. I still had the same nonchalant look on my face as I stared deep into her fire red eyes.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you came back with a sullen look on your face. That means you have something on your mind." She wasn't wrong.

"Thats my usual look."

"Liar." Soon her lips began to touch mine. Her tongue began to run circles around mine. Attacking in an aggressive manner was her usual style. I felt the soft sensation in the base of my mouth simulatneous with her hands stroking my now erect penis.

"So how may I serve you today my lady?" I said with my tongue still exchanging hellos with hers. She took her mouth off of mine suddenly.

"I told you don't call me that when we're alone." She pouted as she said that. My penis was then bared out of my pants for her to gander. Guess whats gonna happen next.

The mouth that just been furiously wrestling with mine had just fed the contents of my member into its inside. The warm and sticky feeling circulated around my body, and I had started to feel shock waves emerging from the base of my mountain. The sensation started to make numb the feeling in my legs as her tongue twirled and danced around my shaft. My legs began to tremble from the excitement as my dick twitched from every stroke.

"I see someones been practicing" I felt Terry's voice in the back of my head, but the present situation really diverted my attention from that.

Her eyes began to leer on me as I saw it move up and down in a rhythmic fashion, almost as if the perfect song was playing in her head. Inch by inch, her pace started to pick up with every last stroke from her small glory hole. How many times has she done this to me already? I began to lose count after a while.I remember this sex psychology book I saw in Minitra's room. Apparently it's normal for a twelve year old girl to exhibit sexual curiosity when it reaches a certain point. But I missed the part where it said it was normal to your mother's child slave as a practice dummy for your expeditions. Not that I'm complaining.

I started to space out after a while. Odessa noticed that and greatly sped up her pace to the point where I couldn't think about anything else. The inside of her mouth felt warm and moist. So much so that my penis started to to go numb from the experience. Her tongue started to run circles around my member, from the bottom, around and up the shaft all the way to the very tip. Stroke after stroke began to increase the worth and their speed as well.

"Well, well. Someones been practicing huh? Can't say she isn't bad at this anymore." Terry told me.

"I never said she was bad at it." At least shes more gentle than her freak of a mother.

My penis soon found itself out of her glory hole. Her gentle and soft hand grapsed the now slobbered stick of mine and began to stroke rapidly. Handjobs aren't usually my thing, but it helps finish a lot quicker. My member started throbbing and twitching more violently with each stroke and it felt like it was melting from the very insides. I was getting pretty close.

"That didn't take very long."

"Shut UP"

The sensation from her wet hands started to blur my senses, and my thoughts were all over the place.

Will I ever get out of here?Does Odessa really like me as she says?Am I just a toy for her curiousity? Why does nothing ever go my way? When has anything ever gone my way?!

"Hueeeyyyy, you're thinking out loud again. You're about to finish aren't you?"

"How do you-?"

"Because you always start to spout random nonsense when you get close. Kinda of a reflex if you ask me."

"You're about to cum right?"Odessa's words racked my brain a little bit, as I'm trying to talk to Terry and focus on her at the same time. But right now, my thoughts are being kind of scattered right now."You're gonna come soon right?!"My breathing started to be more labored as her hands reached everywhere. And the lips that just finished warming up my member was now on my lips once again, passionately tonguing me down to the core."Cum. Cum. Cum for me!"My head had begun to split open, and my focus tried to build back up again

"Yeah! Cum for her daddy!"

Terry ripped into my concentration and I lost all bearing of my senses. Then, I let go.

"Ahhhhh." The warm and white liquid launched from my tip and sprayed everywhere like a garden hose. Everything felt like a blur as I launched and shot out my pent up load all over the girl The girl that spent the last five minutes giving me a blowjob in the bathroom of her house to her mother's slave, was now drenched my special sauce. My member twitched and throbbed violently with each had a surprised but reassuring look on her face as she felt the warmness on her face, from her forehead to the stained lenses of her reading glasses. Three seconds and I was still cumming. Five seconds and I was still coming. I lost count after ten seconds

"Oh my goodness. There's so much of it. Its nothing like it is in the books."

What the hell is she talking about? I thought to myself. I honestly couldn't tell because between having Terry up and about all day, and having to divert my senses to my chores, my brain power was running a bit on empty.

"That was amazing Huey."I felt her soft hand rubbing against face as my eyelids started to get heavier. I was about to go out.

"Goddammit, dude. You couldn't last longer than that?" Terry started to chide me on my endurance. I was honestly to out of it to care. Soon my body couldn't move. It was stuck laying there on the dirty bathroom floor, with no sign of cleanliness in sight, in both senses.

"Its...no...Mother...keeps...to herself."My mind was starting to blank out my hearing as my vision got darker. What was she saying? I couldn't even see her face clearly anymore. All I could see was a brief glimpse of her dirtied face, an event I took part in. It was also accompanied by a smile. A smile? Really?

"I...you."She said something that I could barely make out."I...you."She just kept repeating it over and over. I listened until I couldn't hear anymore, and then my eyes saw nothing but darkness, and my mind shut down.

In Huey's mind

I thought about a lot of things when I was asleep, or whenever I pass out just like now. It was also probably the only time I could talk to Terry without having to worry about pass out from mental exhaustion. Since he is a part of my mind, it takes an inch of my mentality to keep him here, at least here physically. I was in my mind, in a sense. Here I could think of anything, and it wouldn't be estrange in any manner. I couldn't really describe it, but it was the equal putting yourself in a corner, with your head strapped to fragile glass piece thats aimed to the front of your skull, If you push too hard, your head explodes. Or something like that.

For me, time doesn't pass here. I'm able to stay as long as my body is allowing it, or someone pushes me out of it. It was like deep meditation, but I had no memories from what I did or said when I come out of it. It is a weird function especially when it is my mind. At least thats what I've been telling myself that past few years.

Terry was staring off at the window that I just thought up to let in some air. How did it get there and how is there air coming out of it? I stopped wondering these things after Terry helped to know how to stop questioning everything, which was the key to accepting everything. He had a real stern look on his face, like he was concentrating. Can he even concentrate?

"Whats wrong Terry?"

"Someones come for us."My face scrunched itself into a stupid expression that I couldn't see but feel. I was caught off guard by the sudden statement if you couldn't tell by my expression.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You heard me you dope. Someones come to rescue us!" I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing,or thinking. How could he possibly know something like that?

"What do you mean? How do you know? Why would they do something like that?"

"You may not realize right now, but you're body is being moved right now. It not at the house right now."Seriously, what the hell am I hearing right now?

"That's crazy. Who the hell could be trying to rescue me? I'm nobody." I told the honest truth. Who could be trying to rescue some unknown kid on the other side of the planet?

"I don't know the details, but its happening right now. I can feel it. Your body isn't passed out in the bathroom anymore." My mouth was hanging open. "Huey, we're free man!" Its still hanging open.

I tried to ponder everything that is happened so far, from the start of the day. I got up, did my usual chores, got captured and beat up by the local bandits, got cut up by their boss, managed to escape their base and navigate through the hot and humid Somalian jungle, got used as a personal toilet by the she-devil, got shit thrown at my face by her bastard son, and raped by her daughter in the bathroom of her house that her absent husband is still paying the loan off of. Yep, a regular day in my book.

"Listen Huey, I know every single thought that processes in your little head. I know how pessimistic you are about being free from this hellhole, and how can't understand how I'm able to be mostly my own person. But you have to believe me when I say, you do not have to go back to or listen to that crazy bitch anymore. I don't know the details right now, but I can feel the presence of your body's physical state right now, and it isn't in the place where you left it when you went in mind. Also I don't feel the presence of any bad intent on your body. There's only explanation mi amigo." I was trying to make sense of everything. I was trying.

"Why don't have a seat man?" Terry told me. Where have I heard that before?

I fell back in a white rocking chair that I just made, and let my bearings go for a second. So after all of these years of thinking no one is ever gonna come for me, someone finally came? Why now though? Do they know something about me that I don't? How does that make sense? I suppose nothing does at this point.

"Do you know who they are? The people moving my body?" I asked Terry to check what was happening to my body. For some reason, not only can he check on the mental and physical state of my body, but also the state of others around me. He said it had to do with the mental signals that others send off from their intentions or something like that. He can also make contact with physical objects despite being a figment of my imagination. There was still so much I didn't understand about Terry, but something tells me thats for the better right now

"There's two of them. They feel...weird."

"What do you mean weird?"

"Like, they're not trying to kill us. And their intent feels just. Noble even."I had no idea people like that even existed. I always thought all people were just power crazy and lust addled scumbags that can't even lie right

"Do you know them?"

"Nah brah. But from what I'm feeling, it seems like they know you though."

"Huh? How do they know me?" I tried to ask Terry the rest of my endless questions, but I felt my in-mind breaking up. Someone from the outside was waking me up. Probably my dashing rescuers.

"Looks like you're about to find out buddy. I'll meet you out there."

And with that, Terry disappeared from in-mind, and the darkness that I was sitting in my imaginary white rocking chair started to clear. Everything started to clear.

...

My eyes slowly opened to a white ceiling. Looking around, all of the things that were in my line of view were the contents of a room that I wasn't familiar with. It seemed clean and warm, and not rotting down to its very floorboard. I was laying in a soft bed with white sheets, the softest I had ever felt in ever, and it was the first time I saw sheets that didn't smell like a barn. It was...amazing.

"I see you're up now little man." My ears twitched to the noise of someone speaking near to me, and quickly sat up out of the comfortable bed. It was a guy that I never seen before, and I remember almost everyone I see, regardless if I've talked to them.

He was a cat like me, but had black and white fur that was stuffed because of his large build. He had a nice white collar suit on with black pants and a sharp as hell tie hung around his neck. His piercing green eyes complimented his stern glare. The kind of glare that said ,"I could kill your ass right and no one would know any different" I could tell he was a nice guy.

"Where am I?"

"The Appalachian Mountain range in Massachusetts. We just got in a few hours ago." He took out a cigar from his shirt pocket and lighted it a match and started smoking right in front of me, a little kid. Classy."Wheww. But man, it was hell getting you past the borderline though. Let me tell you kid, Somalian rebels are nothing to fuck with." Swearing too? Me and him are gonna get along just great, I can tell.

"Who are you?"He put out his cigar after giving two or three more puffs.

"My name is Fisk Black. I work with a...certain governmental organization. Other than that, you can use your imagination." I rolled my eyes. "But enough about me. Lets talk about you."

"You know me?" He grabbed a small black book from his pants pocket and began flipping through the contents of its pages. He cleared his throat before he started reading some surprising information.

"Huey Archus Jones. Age, Twelve. Height, 4'10. Weight, 95 lbs. Blood type, AB. Date of Birth, October 12th ,1995. Place of birth, Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, New York. Family, Mother: Elissa Jones, maiden name Hayles, and Father: Harmon Jones. Both were known to be incredibly bad with money and owing several loans to several blacklisted insurance and medical groups, and so to pay off what owed, sold their only son Huey, thats you, into indocrinated slavery in a Catholic family in Somalia. You can stop me if any of this seems familiar to you."

I didn't say anything for a full two minutes. Whoever this guy is and what company he works for, not only did a full background check on me, but even has my weight?!

"So what is it you want from me Mr. Black?"

"Please, call me Fisk. I'm not that old kid."

"Old enough to call me kid."

He laughed.

"You don't mince words do you? I like that. You remind me of when I was young. I always got in trouble for speaking my mind at school, and going to the principle seemed like a second home."

"Can you do that now?Speak your mind and not get in trouble?"

"Well, someone usually questions me about what I just said, I like to readjust our pre-existing relationship. And by that I mean their face. I punch them in the face." This guy is awesome.

"So Fisk, why did you rescue me?"

"Well, Huey. For some reason my company is very interested in you. I couldn't really get specifics on why since all of the files were classified, but someone at the top knows who you are, and what you can do." What I can do? Does he know about Terry? "Honestly this isn't the first time I've been kept in the dark about a case, but over the years I've just learned to go with it. A jobs a job."

"Is that all I am, a job.?"

"Hey I said I like to speak my mind." This guy is seriously awesome.

"So what happens now?" He sat up from the stool near my bed and walked over to the blind shut window and peeked out of them, revealing a little a sunshine in the warm room.

"Right now, me and my partner are trying to sort living arrangements for you in the local foster home a few towns down. The caretaker will look after you, and ensure you live a normal life. In return, you will be reporting to us daily on your daily activities and one of teachers at the private school you'll be attending is a contact of mine and will be keeping an eye on you, telling me everything that you're doing, and everyone that you're talking to. Its a pain I know, but you can honestly say its a step up from what you just came out of, right?"

I couldn't say a damn thing. I was just captivated by how awesome this guy was. All I did was nod.

"Well okay then. My partner will be coming back in an hour or so. We're gonna be moving to another safe house soon, so get some rest until then. Okay champ?" I nodded again without opening my mouth. After waving a hearty good bye with an empty smile, he exited the room. I buried my face in the clean sheets and before I knew it, tears started to flow down my eyes, but I wasn't sad or happy. I was just...glad. For the first time in my life, I finally knew what hope was.

"Hey Terry, everything is gonna be okay now, right?" Terry was quiet for a while until he spoke again with the answer to my question that I will never forget.

"I guess."