My First Time, My First Love Ch. 4
I walked on home at around 4:00pm, after we had gotten done with Mjrello, and it was still light.
I walked past the coffee shop, my office, the place where Troy was shot, and eventually out of the city limits and towards my home.
I opened my door since I was in such a hurry earlier to even lock it, and shut it behind me. I walked into the kitchen, looking around and trying to find something to eat. Nothing was here, so I guessed that I would need to go to the store.
I walked upstairs and got my house key and my coat, and started to walk downstairs. I then noticed something move very fast in the corner of my eye, something almost imperceptible in the gloom of the bathroom where it came from. Just a small glint of something flashing by, and the absence of light in the mirror reflected back to me.
I decided to check it out, and just made one of the most stupidest decisions of my life.
I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. It was a pretty extensive bathroom too, a shower, two sinks, and a toilet. Along with a nice open space in the middle.
Once I turned on the light, I immediately saw two hooded black figures in the mirror, hiding behind the door. Both carrying handguns pointed at me. I raised my hands and slowly turned around.
"So, you two are with Mjrello. I knew this would happen."
One of the two got up and motioned around me and the counter, making my only exit the door now.
"Go into the bedroom." His voice was low and demanding, probably a wolf or a lion. I slowly walked out of the bathroom, and I noticed the handguns lying with the clip in. I hurried a little faster to block it from their view as I positioned myself between them and the table which it was lying on. With my hands still raised, the deep voiced one began to talk again.
"Mjrello already killed one of you, now we have the privilege of taking out the second." The other one, obviously smaller, began to chuckle in that way that lesser accomplices do. Now knowing that these two were not professional, and had probably not used a gun before, we were on equal ground. But I would have the element of surprise.
"Put your hands behind your back."
I did as I was told, and I mocked a little bit of fear as I used this to scoot backwards and rest by hands on the gun. I got it into position and had my thumb on the safety, silently clicking it off.
"So, you already got the lecture on how you all should die because of your abomination to the way that life should be? I bet Mjrello gave it to you while he was in custody. Anyways, the reason you deserve to die is because you are a mutation, and unnatural. You shouldn't be alive. You don't deserve to live."
"And what makes you so sure about that?" I said with a clear tone. The wolf and his little accomplice were dumbfounded that I would even be so confident that they either wouldn't kill me or I was this not afraid of dying.
"Don't be so cocky, we will kill you. We just like to play with our prey before we kill it."
"So do I." This left them with a look of utter confusion and they lowered their guard for one second by looking at each other for one second.
I Brought out my arms, bracing the gun with both of them. Walking forward at the first violator, I told him to drop the gun.
"Drop the gun! Now!" I yelled.
"He he he... You don't have the guts to kill someone. That's the problem with you gay fags, you don't have nerves. You're too soft." He raised the gun slowly to my head again. "It will cost you dearly."
"No, it will cost you." I shot. Instantly killing him with a blow to the head. Blood spattering everywhere across the wall behind him and the wolf collapsing on the ground. The accomplice, which was beyond his limit of activity for the day, was to startled to do anything immediately, but I knew that if I gave him enough time he would kill me.
"What the fuck!" He shouted at the blood spattered across the wall from the wolf, and I turned to him. He was frantically shaking, trying to regain control of the situation. I wouldn't have shot him, but I saw him tense up for the recoil of the gun and I had no choice. I fired, hitting him in the chest. I fired another time for he was still standing up. The second shot took him down dead, blooding flowing onto the floor where he lay.
I tried to comprehend what had just happened, and I sat on my bed, head in my paws. After a long while, I picked up the phone and called Ted on his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Ted, Ted! Listen, they came. I knew they would come. I don't---"
"Slow down, what happened?" He said, now realizing the situation.
"The accomplices of Mjrello, they waited in my house until I came home, and they ambushed me as I came in."
"How many were there?"
"Two. Only two."
"Listen, don't go anywhere, don't leave the house, don't even leave the room. I'm coming over with some of the team. And don't touch anything."
He hung up the phone. I looked down at the gun in my hand. It was in self defense I told myself. There was nothing else I could do. I was forced to defend my life against those who wanted to take it. I was forced...
I kept on trying to tell myself that it had to be done which I heard the door open. I gripped the gun again, but then I heard Ted call out.
"Greg! Where are you?"
"Upstairs Ted." I heard footsteps hurrying immediately up the stairs. As he came in, his expression was no expression at all. He looked at the wolf, then his accomplice, then at me. All I could do was look back.
"What...happened..." He said with a low tone of voice. I told him the whole story, I even acted it out if it helped in any way.
After I was finished, and he was finished taking notes, he looked at me in a kind of sympathetic stare.
"I know what you're going through. You're trying to tell yourself that you had to do it, that you had no choice. You were forced. And the truth is that you were, but there is always something eternally wrong with taking a life, something no circumstances can cure. I've felt it. In the line of duty you have your times where you have to take a life for the sake of others. But you always think to yourself, what if it wouldn't have ended that way, what if it could have been more peaceful. The fact is that they are all "What if's" and they are just possibilities. And at the time being, the possibilities don't make any difference. It's what is a fact that determines if the person lives or dies."
"I'm glad you understand."
"Hey. Since you can't stay at the scene of a crime, why don't you take a few nights at my place, relax with me. How about that?"
"Thank you so much, Ted. There have been only two people in my life that have showed me the level of kindness you just did. Troy and you."
"What about your parents and friends?"
"My mother left my father because of his physical strength and weak intelligence, and I was left with him. I never made friends because everyone thought that since my father was such a dick I would be too. I've never had any friends since, and I have not heard from my father in over 9 years."
"I'm sorry to hear that." The door opened again. "We should be getting a move on if we want to avoid getting in the way. Come on downstairs, my car is in the street. Leave the door unlocked, there will be at least 3 people here overnight."
"Again thank you Ted." We headed downstairs and out the door. I got into his car and we drove away without another word.
We came up to his house, which was a lovely and roomy, but small, house. About the same size as mine, but with only one bedroom, two bathrooms, and a nice cozy living space attacked to the kitchen.
I walked in, and joy immediately overwhelmed me. The memories of being with Troy in our house came after me again, and just being with someone else inside their house was brining warmth to my now cold and stubborn heart again.
I was lost in my emotions when Ted asked me if I needed anything to eat.
"Hello? Greg? You need anything to eat?"
"Oh, uh, sorry. What do you have?"
"Well, I have some pasta that I made last night that i could share with you. Do you want some of that?"
"Sure, sure. Thank you."
"No problem." He stuck the pasta in the microwave and started heating it up as he turned on the television. He had a rugby game going on.
"Troy used to always watch the rugby games. Every time I got home, he would be watching one."
"Really? Do you like them?"
"I do now. I've always watched the last of the games with him when I came home. It's my new favorite sport."
We continued to watch the game until the bell in the microwave went off, and Ted got up to fix up some plates.
"What do you want to drink?" He called from the kitchen area.
"Oh, just some water, thank you."
I heard him pull some glasses out of the cupboard above the sink and fill them up with some tap water. I then heard some clatters on the wooden table and I got up to join him at the table.
When we had finished our food, and watched the game till the very end, we decided to get ready to sleep. I only had my clothes that I had on me, so I just slept in my pants. Ted on the other hand, got into some striped PJ's. We were both in one room since there was only one bedroom. Neither of us could go to sleep either, so we just talked some.
"Ted."
"Yes?"
"You know, I think we're the same."
"In what way?"
"Well, I mean that we have both lost the most precious treasure in our lives. The one person who brought us peace."
"Yeah. The one thing in life that ends all destruction, all hatred and grief."
"But at least we understand each other. You understand me, I understand you."
"I think so too. I've also noticed we have the same personality. Besides the preference." Ted said. "But, I'm beginning to like you. Even though I'm straight, I just think you are one of the more gentle creatures in the world that deserve better than this. You've gone through suffering that nobody in this world should have to go through. You've lost the one you loved, and that's happened from other people too. But one thing that hasn't happened to a lot of people is being discrimination because of your sexual preference and attempts on your life that led to the seizing of two lives. Nobody should have to go through that sort of torture."
"Thank you for understanding. You don't know how nice it is to know that someone in my life understands how I feel. I've always been alone, always been hated. I've never had anyone I could really love until Troy. Nobody has ever understood me or even taken the time to even try. You don't know how much you mean to me right now." I started to break into tears as I came out with the last sentence, realizing how much stress I was under.
I had just killed two people, that had wanted to kill me. My love is gone. I have nobody to look to for help.
And then there was Ted, the only reflection of light in this pool of blackness.
I realized how much he meant to me. And what I would be doing right now without him. He is so understanding.
"T-thank you for being here for me in these times. Good night." I stammered, and rolled over so my back was facing him and quickly drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, it was to the smell of fried eggs and sizzling bacon. I quickly got up and put on my shirt to get and get some of it.
When I came out, a plate of it was already on the table and Ted was washing the plate of his breakfast. I sat down and started eating my portion.
I had to ask him.
"Ted?"
"Yes?"
"Do you mind, if I, um, sort of stay here some while longer?"
"Be my guest. I would be delighted. Maybe some other time we can a bit more like lovers in my bed."
"Works for me." I smiled at him and continued eating my breakfast. After we had all eaten and cleaned up, we set off towards my house to aid with investigation.
I was again finally with someone I could trust, tell everything to, and be understood.