Brought into the light
An Alex and Will Fan fiction

by Dan 1966

     Will and Alex's little adventure comes to an end.

Part 3

 Saturday Afternoon
June 12, 2018 2:30 pm

107 Shepherd Street
Quinn Family home

     “ZZZZZZZZZZ....SOCK!” “GET HIM CABE!” Peter Quinn screamed as he threw the baseball within an inch of the top of Alex's head, yet the wolf cub was proving quite the elusive chore for the two tiger cubs trying to nail him between the baseball bag bases in the back yard!

    “Oof!” Cabe tripped over his feet as Alex whipped around him. “Hah! Got your tail!” Cabe yelped in triumph but that was short lived as his mother Laynah shook her head.

    “He already had his hand on the base Cabe.” She said.

    “Come on Ma!” Peter snorted. “Who's side are you on? He's got the advantage of good claws. You should get those tallons trimmed.” The huffing yellow tiger cub snorted.

      Alex stood wiggling his hands and toes...”They're as short as they get Pete!”

      “I think it's that bushy rudder of a tail he has.” Cabe snorted.

      “Oh my gawd!” Alex huffed. “You two are the best “bag taggers” in the school, what are you complaining over?” Alex reached out for Cabe's glove. “Your turn Cabe.”

     “Oh no!” Cabe huffed back. “You got us all huffed up. We're gonna tag you out because we need the practice.”

     Alex walked back to one of the bases as Quinn and Gordon stood by the grill cooking steaks....

    “He's acting normal.” Quinn said to Gordon. “It.....doesn't affect him at all?”

    “I think its' because we urge him to talk to us all the time now.” Gordon replied. “As long as he can get everything out, he doesn't dwell on anything and acts like nothing's a problem. That still worries me.”

    Gordon looked over to where Will and Quinn's daughter Cathy were playing a bean bag tic, tac , toe game together...”And Will?” Quinn asked.

    “He occupies himself constantly. We're going to let him have his own engine repair and tune up shop in the garage and he's fixed on that and he's not showing any of the problems that Alex is going through...well....except the obvious which is isolation. Sometimes he'll snap and get upset, sometimes he'll shut himself off.”

     Gordon thought for a moment...”Quinn? Did you spend any time at Coal Brook?”

     “Are you kidding?” Quinn replied. “Cathy loved that place between swimming in the river to riding horses. We sort off stopped going once she was in high school, why?”

      “Did you hear any stories about anything strange going on there?” Gordon asked.

     Quinn thought as he flipped the steaks....”You mean? Strange as in...strange or strange as in anything sexual?”

     “Both.” Gordon asked. “Come to find out as Fred McGruff and I were looking through and doing fact checks on some police records, we found four of the subjects in the files were frequents at Cole Brook. All having the same problems as Alex.”

     Quinn shook his head....”No....not while I was an adult. And anything that happened there? Was between my father and I....alone.”

     There was a pause....”And just to make things clear Gordon? What my father did to me was out and out brutal fucken rape. Your sons' case is much different, especially the times. We didn't have the internet when we were kids. How the hell we could have allowed that to be so un-controled is beyond me.”

       Gordon smirked. “Oh the days when you took “Fur-play” from your Dad's truck and jacked it in the woods huh?”

      “The internet has nothing on a classic “Horse Slut” magazine.” Quinn replied then he blew a breath...”I'm telling you Gordon, the long term damage incest and cub molestation causes? My wife couldn't understand why I didn't bath the boys or sat in the tub with them as toddlers...the very sight of em without a stitch of cloth gave me serious PTSD. Look at me....big mean looking male tiger and I can't even tell my own wife the full story.”

     Gordon petted Quinn's big head. “Guess this is why you had so many anger issues huh?”

     “Macho act-out is gonna happen with your boys, trust me. You need to keep engaging them and coaching them to stay level headed otherwise if they get out of control with their emotions? It could get them killed.” Quinn said as he watched the boys trying to tag Alex out again....

     “Peter!” Cabe pitched the baseball over Alex's head and as Alex turned to try and scramble back to the base....Peter nailed him hard with a shoulder and drove the Wolf cub into the grass!

     “Yeah!” Peter snapped. “Yeah! Smear the Queer!” The yellow lion cub yelped!

    Quinn didn't have his fork down on the grill before Alex was up on his feet and a punch crashed into the side of Peter's face!

    “I'll smear you ass hole!” Alex screamed as he jumped on Peter and started whaling on him with his fists until Will dove in and tackled him off!

    Quinn rushed in and snatched Cabe as he tried to charge....”That's enough!” He yelled.

      “Ugh! Fucker!” Cabe snapped. 

      “That's enough Cabe!” Quinn yelled as he shook his son. “Peter? What the hell?”

      Peter Quinn got to his feet, wiped his bloody nose and tried to get to Alex but got blocked by Will....”You fucken queer!....” Peter snarled.

      “PETER! CABE! GET IN THE HOUSE!” Quinn snapped as he threw his boys back. “Both of you get in the house!”

      Alex broke from Will's grip and stood for a moment looking at everyone before he broke into a run and ran out of the back yard through the gate....

      “ALEX! GET BACK HERE!” Gordon screamed as Will broke into a run trying to chase his brother....”WILL! STOP!”

     Will stopped as his father passed him by...”I'll get him, you stay here!”

      Gordon ran into the street and the first thing that terrified him was Alex's pants. The wolf cub had stripped his clothes off, gone four legged and was now bolting through the neighborhood...

      Gordon ran back into the Quinn's yard screaming....”He's taken off! Damn it he's taken his clothes off and bolted....” Gordon pulled out his cell phone and dialed the State Police Headquarters....

     “I'll go get the car.” Grace yelped. “Will? Come on!” She said as he grabbed her son and they ran out.

     Cathy shoulder punched her Dad. “I'll get my bike! Which way did he run!?”

     “Towards Alberson Way....” Gordon yelped. “Damn it.....” Gordon worried 

     Quinn's wife came running up to her husband...”I got the keys!”

     Gordon followed Quinn out to his car as the police answered....”Desk Sargent.” 

     “This is Gordon Gray...my son Alex is gone...he ran away and he's on a tracking bracelet...please....where is he?” Gordon begged.

          “We got an officer on the computer now Mister Gray and we're calling for a cruiser to assist. Do you know the last direction he was heading?” The desk Sargent asked....

       “Um.....Alberson Way.....you have to find him, he left here very upset....please?” 

15 minutes later...

      Perhaps it was unconscious thinking or her natural feline instincts but Cathy Quinn made a fast bee line cutting through a wood lot that ran along the Alberta River till it came to Sagamore Bridge, a two lane train trestle that spanned 80 feet above the river and that's where she saw Alex sitting huddled against the raised side wall...

     Slowly she walked out onto the span and approached Alex with her paws raised up...
“Hey...? It's me, Cathy?”

     Alex looked at her and snorted out. “Duh....no it's Santa Claus.....hmph....”

    Cathy stopped a few feet from the wolf cub and sat down....”Alex? You're not thinking of.....”

    “No....” Alex replied....”It kinda came to mind and then I thought of my family and how worthless and stupid it would have been to kill myself...and how selfish it would have been.”

    Cathy sighed....”Are you sure you're not planning to kill yourself?”

    Alex jumped up...”Do you want me too?!” he snapped as he bounded atop the side wall. “You wanna see the queer get smeared?!” Alex balanced on a foot. “Who'd miss a sick little faggot like me huh?”

    Cathy waved her arms frantically...”ALEX! DON'T!”

    Alex hopped off the wall. “I'm not going kill myself...honest!”

    Cathy sighed as Alex came walking up to her...”Good...” She said as she threw him her jacket. “Now hide your junk?”

    Alex wrapped Cathy's jacket around his waist...”I really flipped out. My parents and Will must be scared shitless right now.”

      “Everyone's scared shitless.” Cathy yelped.

      Suddenly the sound of clicking pistol hammers came from behind Cathy....

      “FREEZE!” Sargent Sirus snapped as he and Taddy drew down on Cathy and Alex...

      “Alex? Are you trying to make me work?” Sirus snorted. “Son? Please tell me you are not planning to commit suicide?”

     Alex gestured. “No...I'm planning to do cliff diving.....duh!”

      “Get your hands on your head kid!” Sirus snapped!

     Alex put his hands on his head and the jacket dropped away to show he had a hard rage'r going between his legs....

    “You.....” Sirus snorted as he turned his head around. “Put the jacket back around your waist?”

    Sirus stepped up, turned Alex around and slapped handcuffs on his wrists....”Huh? What the hell?” Alex snapped. “I didn't do anything!”

    “Standard procedure.” Sirus snorted. “You are going into the tank for suicidal gestures.”

    Alex huffed....”Ugh......fuck me.”
 
Saturday Afternoon
June 12, 2018 5 pm
State Police headquarters
Ocean Pass

     Grace ran into the holding room and took Alex up into her arms and lovingly kissed and licked him as she cried and whined over him....”Mmmm....my baby! Alex!”

     “Mom....I'm fine!” Alex protested. “Mom! Put me down!”

     Alex looked at his Dad's face and cowarded a bit with his ears drooped. 

    “I'm more upset and scared than upset and pissed.” Gordon said as he stood with clenched fists for a moment only to pet and rub Alex's head tuft....”You scared the hell out of me young man.”

    Alex replied. “When you say “young man”? Usually the beating comes after it.” His mother let him down and Alex stood before his father with his head down...”Bet you wanna beat the shit out of my ass huh Dad?”

    Gordon slackened, dropped to his knees and hugged Alex tight...”No....I think right now I just want to cry my ass off....you had us terrified son....”

    Will snorted as he took Alex's hand....”You do this again and I'll fucken pound you.”

     “Eeeww....don't know how to take that.” Alex replied with a twisted face.

    Gordon looked Alex in the face...”Tell me you were not planning to kill yourself?”

    “Sigh....gee...someone yells “Smear the Queer and fucken faggot” and I'm supposed to do a Wizard of Oz dance number like a happy munchkin?” Alex replied standing with his hands on his hips. “Well yeah when you're kinda running your ass off naked and upset and think the whole world hates you? Things get kinda obvious.”

    Will leaned back against the table in the room...”Well...at least his sense of humor isn't fucked up. A little sick but not fucked up.”

    Alex rested his arms on his dad's shoulders....”Then as I got on the bridge? I kinda thought throwing my life away because someone shot off their stupid mouth was kinda pointless. But all that doesn't matter because I'm probably about to get my brain drilled by a shrink...I watch way to much CSI.”

   Grace bopped Alex off the head. “You already have a therapist so no. The police are giving you back to us. As for Peter Quinn? I think he won't be playing baseball with the red butt his father gave him....which by gawd young man I should seriously give you right now for almost causing me a stroke.”

   As the family walked from the station, Cathy Quinn was waiting outside and was immediately set upon and hugged off her feet by Gordon....

   “Mmm! “Kiss” If I ever had a reason to love pussy?” Gordon snapped out.

      “Gordon!” Grace yelped.

      “Damn Dad!” Will yelped. “Talk about messed up!”

      Cathy giggled.....”Feline, cat, kitty, kitten, lion, tiger, pussy....it's all good! Wow...I'm what? Seven again?”

      Gordon shook Cathy by her shoulders. “You make your Dad and Mother proud young lady. I can't pay you back.”

      Cathy reached out and snatched Will's hand. “Thank you.”

       “What?! Cathy....what?” Will huffed.

       “You're coming with me. What? I can't take you home?” Cathy snorted.

       “It has to be an approved adult.” Will said as he pointed to Gordon.

        “I'm 19?” Cathy huffed back. “Like what? I'm gonna take you into the woods and rape you?”

        Will smiled. “Please?”

        Gordon threw his hands up....”And this is where the rest of the family exists.” He then turned to Cathy...”And you will return my son home promptly and you won't rape him thank you.”

       Will stood nervously as his family got in their car and Cathy pulled on him. “Will you come on and stop being a statue?”

       “The cops are gonna come after us.” Will said as he slipped into the front seat.

       Cathy dangled a piece of paper in her hand. “See this? Says State Police? Says approved for sex offender supervision? Now shut it and enjoy the ride home?”

      Will sat playing with his hands as Cathy drove out of the station and onto the inter-urban highway...in the wrong direction?”

     “Cathy? My house is that way?” Will asked nervously.

     “We're taking the casual route.” Cathy replied. Will pointed to his head. “It must be those red roots in your head. Where did you get red fur on a yellow tiger?”

      “My mother's side of the genes.” Cathy said smiling, “My great grandmother on her side was a Korean mountain tiger. Family lived in the DMZ, very interesting existence, land mines did all the work instead of hunting.”

     Will nodded. “I guess.”

     “Life's been pretty harsh on you hasn't it?” Cathy said. “Remember when we were both six?”

    Will shook his head. “Please don't remind me?”

    “What?” Cindy asked. 

    “I'd rather not remember.” Will replied as if he must have been blushing.

    “Which part was bad? Our short courtship? Our playing doctor? You pissing your pants or you licking my pussy?” Cindy asked.

    “Cindy! Do you mind?” Will yelped.

    “Did they strip you of your childhood Will? Have they made you such a self-detestable creature that every memory now is some cursed flag you need to coward over? You are still Will Gray to me...who cares what everyone else thinks.” Cathy huffed.

   Will scratched his head...”What do other people think?”

    “Some are too busy stuck to their cell phones, facebook and twitter to give a damn. Others think you're a sick dirt bag and others are asking if I've seen you, talked to you and they worry about you.” Cathy pointed to herself. “I....worry about you...which makes me feel insulted that it took you a while to get off the bench in our back yard and say two words to me.”

    Will rubbed his arms...”To be honest? I don't know what to think of myself. All I know is my life is gonna suck for a while and sometimes I feel like a dead piece of flesh and fur walking.”

      Cathy snorted. “Now don't you go all Alex on me. I'll be honest with you? Your dad practically prostituted me to keep you company.”

     “Get the fuck out of here?” Will huffed back.

     “No.” Cathy replied. “He begged me. My dad's in on it but if my mom catches wind? Oh...you haven't seen a tigress when she's pissed off.”

    “Yeah I have.” Will replied. “You when I ripped your favorite sports jacket.”

    “I still haven't gotten over that.” Cathy snickered. “I said I intend to get it our of your flea ridden Lupis hide and I will eventually.” The teen tigress watched Will stiffen up from nerves and she slapped him off the arm...”Will Gray if you piddle in my car?”

    “Well what the hell do you want me to do Cathy?!” Will shook. “My little brother flipped out, my parent's are suffering, I'm in and out of being a nervous disaster zone... MMMM!”

    Suddenly....Cathy pulled the car over, took Will by his shirt and lip locked him with her moist tiger maw....

    “Mmmm.....” Will pulled back....”Cathy? What the.....” Will shuddered.

   “Will Gray? Shut up?” Cathy said as she slowly kissed the poor shaking wolf again...

   “Cathy? You.....you can't.....” Will tried to push her back and shook his head.

   “William Gray? Shut.....your.......fucken......snoot?” Cathy snorted and growled as she again kissed will and slipped her tongue into his wet maw...

    “Yipe.” Will sounded.....then....he fainted.

Saturday Afternoon
June 12, 2018 8 pm
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family  

      Grace paced in the living room while her husband sat casually in his easy chair looking totally un-phased by the days crazy events. “Where are they?” She demanded. “I swear if Will is not through that door in the next five minutes....”

    “Grace?” Gordon said. “Sit down and relax? Will's just fine.”

    “How can you just sit there Gordon after what we've been through?” Grace asked...then she frowned. “Gordon Michael Gray?”

    “Oh oh....when you say the three names, it usually means death.” Gordon joked.

    “What did you do?! Gordon? Gordon Gray you scheming candidate for dog cancer, what did you do with our son?!” Grace yelped.

    “Nothing you should be worried about Grace.” Gordon said waving a hand. “Hopefully just re-kindled a long dormant childhood relationship.”

    Just then...Will came walking into the house. He said nothing except to snuggle and kiss his mother...

    “William?” Grace asked as she gave her husband a mean side view look. “Are you alright?”

    Will smiled back at her warmly. “Yeah mom.....why?”

     “What did you do?” Grace snorted.

    “Huh?” Will replied....”Nothing. Cathy and I just drove a long way around and she talk to me and I feel like a hundred times better than ever...nothing bad happened.”

    Will walked to his room as his Mom glared at Gordon....

    “Better than a shrink and rather cheep.” Gordon snickered.

    Grace leaned over his chair and snarled. “If your “solution” backfires Gordon? I hope you have a doctor that can do good re-attachment surgery.”

    Will stopped to look in on Alex as he sat on his bed playing a hand video game. “Hey...”

    Alex snickered. “Did you make her wet?”

    “Shut up you little prick.” Will snorted back. “Nothing happened. We talked and she made my whole day. You gave me a fucken heart attack.”

     Alex moaned...”Well how should I have felt?”

    “That?....I can't answer because I'm not you. But please Alex? Please? Will you come and run for Dad or Mom first before you decide to run off?” Will pleaded.

    “I don't matter to you anymore?” Alex asked.

    “You know what I mean?” Will replied.

     “I guess.” Alex sounded. “Now if you don't mind? You're kinda keeping me from a high score here. Night Will.” Alex said as if he'd been soundly date rejected.

Sunday morning
June 13, 2018 8am

Route 16 towards Etanville
Home of “Merawwraww” the Beedle-Jeusian

     Fred sat in the passenger seat sipping a tall coffee...”So your younger one got a little upset?” He asked Gordon.

      “One of the kids who was playing “base steal dodge ball” with him got a little rough and yelled “Smear the Queer.” Alex exploded.” Gordon replied.

     “The kid's in a rough patch. Good thing you found him after he ran off.” Fred replied. “So what the heck is a Beedle-jeusian anyway?”

     “You're not asking an expert.” Gordon replied. “I dunno....a genetic play-doe ball of twenty some odd cats? You remember the old “Shmoo” cartoon? Kinda like a DNA disaster between a Schmoo and a Siamese but they're super intelligent...Meer-Musk, Meer-Allen? Meer-Trump?”

     “Now there's another visual nightmare.” Fred snickered. “All that yellow hair? Looks like someone left a mayonnaise bottle out in the sun for a month. I thought all Beedle-Jeusians were quiet and reserve characters?”

     Gordon chuckled. “It's the hair....I'd say it's equal to a tin foil hat.”

     Fred pulled out his notebook. “Now....you did tell him why we're coming?”

    “Not everything.” Gordon replied. “If he has any family loyalty left, we don't want him flashing messages like “Hide the stash, burn the files and shoot aunt Penny in the face.” do we?”

    “You have an over-reactive imagination.” Fred snorted back.

    “Oh come on? Meer-Gotti? Who didn't he not want “whacked”? Now when you want a crew to “whack” the cable guy because you couldn't “whack” to your favorite cable “whacking” channel?”

     “Cough! Cough! Cut it out Gordan! Shit....I spilled coffee on my new pants.” Fred snorted.

    “You need constant coffee stains to hide the fact that you sit and eat pastry all day.” Gordon snickered.

    “Bite me you stupid wolf.” Fred snorted.

    “Go fuck a hydrant you dumb ass, flea bag.” Gordon replied.

Sunday morning
June 13, 2018 9:30am

Etanville
68 NE Pickering RD.
Home of “Merawwraww” the Beedle-Jeusian

   Gordon rang the door bell and “Merawwwraww” answered...

    “You guys found the house with no problem.” The pear shaped Beedle-Jeusian said as he gestured Gordon and Fred through the door and into the small single story house.

     “Fred McGruff, State Police archivist and investigator. I think it would be wise for you to be read the Miranda before we talk.” Fred said as he and Gordon followed the odd shaped cat out into his backyard....

     “Yeah....I know.....Right to remain silent, if I say anything I could get sued, I have the right to a lawyer...I hate the bastards....if I can't afford one, you'll give me a cheep guy from a strip mall...do you wish to wave your rights and no dude I will not bend over for a cavity search.” “Merawwwraww” said as he waved a hand.

     “Oh? And I know you guys will have a problem pronouncing my name so I'll give you my much easier nickname that my mother gave me...”Yeeow.” And......you have to say it fast like....”Yeeeow”

      Gordon and Fred replied. “So?.....” Gordon said. “So your Dad owned Coal Brook Campgrounds originally?”

      “Over fourty years.” Yeeow replied. “He turned it into a great place, every summer was a blast until he died five years ago. It just hasn't been the same since and my older siblings are warring over the scraps. Makes me sick which is why I want nothing to do with the family in-flighting.”

      Fred asked. “So has there ever been anything strange at Cold Brook? Did Gordon tell you why we're here?”

      Yeeow replied. “Only a few details and no...as far as my memory serves, there was never any occult activity nor organized cub molesting nor cub rape nor snuff the cub. The doesn't mean it never happened, every year around late July we'd host Flying Foxes from Australia and those Marsupials had some crazy late night escapades and clan rituals that were strange...like airborne mating and incest? Wow.”

       “How about those names?” Gordon asked.

        Yeeow answered. “No....none of them ring a bell. Three of em sound like internet nicknames and I don't remember a Bowie or a Mister Chambers. That doesn't mean they weren't frequents every year but to know that? We would have to see the records.”

        Fred asked...”What about the records?”

        “And there's the rub.” Yeeow replied. “When my old man passed away, the family feud started between my older brother “Neeno” and my older sister “Neemee”; talk about you stupid cat fights. See....Dad never specified things clearly in the will so my “sibs” have been at war ever since with my brother holding all the records and documents from the camp grounds. If you want to see them? You better go with a court order and some cops because Neeno will burn em for sure. Not because he's hiding anything? Just because if he thinks they'll damage his chances? He'll destroy them.”

      Gordon thought for a moment...”I wonder? If we took Alexander to Cold brook and walked him around? Could it trigger something?”

      Yeeow replied. “The place has been locked closed for the past two years now since the down turn in profits. To get in you'd need a court order....or someone who has the key?”

     Yeeow got up, walked over to a key rack on the wall near his kitchen and snatched a ring of keys off a hanger...”My Dad's master keys. He wasn't stupid.”

     Fred asked. “Why the hell didn't you take the place over? You seemed to be the smart kid in the family, it should have gone to you.”

     “Too much hastle.” Yeeow replied. “And I thought that my two older siblings were mature and they could easily handle it; boy was I wrong on that score. My Dad wanted me to be my own cat, go out and do things beyond the family and I'd say so far I'm doing rather ok. So....if you want to get into the grounds and look around, let's arrange a day or two? In the mean time, you better get that court order slapped on my brother for those records.”

     Fred looked at Gordon. “We'll make the call tomorrow to the court if you can give us the information?”

     “Sure.” Yeeow replied. “My brother lives in Mechanicsville about 20 miles from here.”
 
Sunday morning
June 13, 2018 9:30am
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family  

     Grace sat among the plants in her garden in the back yard of the house and slowly picked away at the weeds oblivious to anything around her. Gardening was a welcome distraction from the worries and concerns between her two sons and other things like bills, home fixes and the like. She didn't even see the visitor to the house until he was right behind her...

     “Sheesh, you're getting older and easier Sis.” A voice sounded behind her. Grace turned to see her little brother dressed in a cammo uniform with his arms out...

      “Chancy?!” Grace jumped up into her brother's arms and hugged him off his feet. “Oh my gawd Chancy, when did you get in?!”

      “I got here yesterday from Pendleton but I didn't want to let you know I was back.” The light gray wolf in the Marine uniform replied as he wagged his tail and kissed his sister...”How you doing? How are the boys? How's Gordie?”

      “Well...considering? We're all somewhat sane.” Grace replied as she took Chancy's hand and led him into the house...

       Will was sitting at the kitchen table and popped up as Chancy came through the door...”Uncle?” Will said surprised. “When did you get back from Afghanistan?”

      “Last week.” Chancy replied as he looked at Will. “How are you Will?” Chancy asked...his face didn't look too happy which Will noticed. It didn't take long for Alex to come sprinting out into the kitchen where he jumped onto Chancy's back and wrapped him in a head lock....

      “Hey Buster!” Chancy yelped as he reached back to grab at Alex.

      “I hope you brought me stuff Uncle Chancy?!” Alex yelped.

       “Well I did but first you gotta stop trying to choke me? Damn you've gotten bigger kid!” Chancy lowered Alex to the floor then took a seat at the kitchen table. “So we finally got out of Afghanistan from our two year deployment. What a soup sandwich that place is, now I know why Tsung Tsu says....”He who go to Afghanistan, learn to poop on run.”

      “Must have been strange having a wolf among a platoon of dogs.” Will said. 

      “Bah...they were ok.” Chancy replied. “At least we didn't lose any of our guys to I.E.D.'s or any of the other tricks of the trade those Tali-ban jokers pulled out there.”

      “Did you get into any firefights?” Alex asked. “Did you kill any? Did you get crazy souvenirs like scalps and ears?”

       Chancy snorted...”What the heck Alex? Where did you get that idea?”

       Will replied. “Went through a history lesson on Vietnam.”

       “Alex is still in school right?” Chancy asked.

       “He's home schooled.” Grace replied. “You've known we've home schooled the boys more than let them go to the public schools.”

       Chancy stayed quiet then changed the subject...”You still like to work on cars Will?”

      “I got my own business.” Will replied.

       Chancy smiled back. “You wanna work on a sick looking Hummer?”

       “A Hummer?” Will replied. “You're talking the real deal right? Not the civilian one?”

      Chancy snickered. “The wonders of ”DURMO” kid. I picked up this armored plated beast in the disposal lot. Just have to change out the drive shaft and the bitch will go anywhere; it's a fricken tank.”

      Chancy looked at Grace....”Sis? Let me talk to the boys alone?”

      Grace looked at her brother sternly. “Chancy? You watch your words...”

       Chancy held up a hand. “Sis? I gotta say what I gotta say. I promise they will not be dead. I didn't say crippled but at least I didn't say dead.”

       Grace walked out as Chancy sat tapping his coffee cup and looking at the two boys....”It's one thing to have to be stuck in a place like Afghanistan which is as fucked up a rodeo as can be in this world? But its' another thing when you get a bunch of letters, really long letters, from your sister that explain how hard you two broke her heart. She might not say a lot to her husband or let you boys know but she sure spilled the beans to me.”

      Chancy leaned forwards....”You mess with my sister's heart? You damn sure stabbed my heart. You boys stabbed me good. I'm not going to hide how disappointed I am at both of you.”

      The boys cowarded till Chancy snapped at them...”Stop the sniveling bitch-fest and look up? Wolves “man-up” not bitch down. At least tell me you two are learning instead of trying to fuck up further?”

     “Well it hasn't been easy Uncle Chancy...” Will replied frowning. “We don't need any more shit heaped on us.”

      “You won't hear the end of shit.....William. Especially you.” Chancy snorted. “When did “wrong” click in your head? Or did it ever click in your head? You're mother made it sound that you clearly knew what you were doing was flat fucken wrong and yet you let your fucken loins do the brain work for you? You're not like that Will.”

      “Don't you think I already know that!” Will snapped back. “I'm sorry I didn't live up to the expectations and pressures and desires of everyone else ok? I'm a fucked up fools gold child, I know my problems, I don't need people to keep harping them in my face!...”

      Chancy held his mouth as Alex reached out to touch his paw...”Uncle Chancy? Don't blame Will alone for all this? I was as much in on it as he was.”

      “Sigh.....” Chancy shook his head. “I so wanted to go AWOL, come back here and beat the living shit out of you William but knowing your Dad? I probably would have had oral sex with a pistol. How the fuck does this stuff happen? Believe me I have seen some seriously fucked up shit in Afghanistan that would make you puke...I saw cubs getting gang raped, I mean young sheep, young sheep dogs and we were told it was “their culture” and not “Our place” to say otherwise.....holy fuck. When I got your Mom's first letter? I freaked the fuck out. But I can't be angry for long...not like me and your Uncle Nicklas didn't do stuff when we were kids. Monkey see mom and dad screw, Monkey's screw, Dad sees and holy fucken shit it was the ulltimate an ass beating to the tune of Ride of the Valkyries. Then again....you two kinda went to the extreme.”

    “And your grandfather to this day still blames me, saying I turned your Uncle Nick gay.” Chancy snorted. “I've said enough....I had to let you know how I felt.”

      Alex pulled on Chancy's shirt....”Uh? Gotta watch what you say Uncle? You could cause us to trigger?”

      Chancy looked over at will.

      “It's like PTSD Uncle? You say a word or talk about sex stuff too long and it'll “set us off.” like...rehashes everything.” Will said.

      Chancy shook his head and drank his coffee. “You can tell your Mom to come back, I'm done “triggering” you two. So seriously Will? You help me fix this Hummer and I'll take you guys camping, we'll drive it like crazy, ram down some trees, flip it in the mud a few times, catch fish....”

     “And.....we can't.” Will said as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “Hello? Probation? We have to stay within a certain distance from the monitoring point?” He pointed to his wrist band. “Plus? Alex has.....well....he has......”

    “Hmph!” Chancy snorted. “Not a problem. There's Sigma Preserve about five miles from here. I'll talk to your parents and we'll arrange things.”

     “Cool!” Alex yipped. “I can take my BMX and go ride!”

     Grace came back into the house...”Did you murder my children?”

     “Obviously I didn't.” Chancy snickered. “If you and Gordie can work with me? I want to take them to the Sigma Preserve and set em loose. Get them out of this oppressive dog house life.”

     A knock at the front door got Grace's attention....”Oh? Cathy.”

     “Will?” Cathy said as she stuck her head through the door. “I brought my car for you to look at? It's knocking funny in the engine.”

     Will got up and chugged the rest of his coffee...”And.....duty calls.”

      Chancy got up....”Wait up Will.”

      Alex jumped up. “I'm coming.”

      Chancy turned around...”You....stay.”

      Alex frowned. “What the heck am I, a dog?”

      Chancy smiled and pulled out a wrapped jumbo-sized dog cookie from his pants hip pouch. “A razzle dazzler?”

     Alex hugged the cookie like a gift from god....”Mmmmm....you're a bribery master.” The wolf cub said wagging his tail.

     Chancy stopped Will as they entered the garage...”What are you talking about with issues Will?”

     “Ummm....they're sexual issues.” Will replied. “Happens when he sleeps. Dad thinks Alex was sexually abused before we got into it. That's why he's not here.”

      Chancy nodded. “I was a little gruff with you but you should understand...I'm not one to shut up.”

      Will patted his Uncle's chest....”For our good? I hope you don't shut up.” He said as he turned to open the garage door....

      “Drive it in Cathy and let's look at it!” Will shouted to Cathy Quinn.

      Chancy snickered....”She's the one you got caught with that one time isn't she?”

      “Do you notice everything?” Will snickered back.

      “I'm your Uncle, it's part of the occupation.” Chancy said smiling. “There's hope for you yet William.”

      “Wise ass.” Will snorted back as he popped the hood on Cathy's car.

Sunday morning
June 13, 2018 10:45 am

Route 16 towards Ocean Pass

       Fred read through his notes...”That guy was telling the truth, at least that's what I got from him.” Fred said to Gordon.

      “I got the same feeling.” Gordon replied as he watched Fred pull out his smart phone. “Who you calling? The wife?”

      “No.” Fred replied. “The Sheriff of Mechanicsville. Give him heads up that we're going to apply for a court order.” Fred found the number on Google and dialed....

     “Beep” ”...Mechanicsville Sherriff's office, Deputy Ralph Haints....” The voice came on the other end.

     “This is Mister Fred McGruff, I'm the records archivist and a registered inspector for the State Police, is Sheriff Bloatsome in?”

     At the station house, Deputy Haints waved to his sheriff, a fellow pig, (These are the pig cops from Fritz the Cat) “Hey Sheriff? Phone call for you?”

     Dusty Bloatsome grabbed the reciever...”Sherriff Bloatsome speaking.”

     “Wow...I got you from the feeder?” Fred snickered.

      “Har....har......I'm busting my gutt your dropped lipped panty sniffer. What's up Fred?” Dusty asked.

      “Hey....I have to call the judge in Mechanicsville and get a court order for a records seizure and I need police back up. Are you busy Monday afternoon?” Fred asked.

      “I dunno....we're so busy here in Po-dunk you know? I'll have to ask my partner in checkers if he's not modeling panties or anything.” Dusty replied.

      “I'm not busy.” Ralph said from his desk. “Hopefully there's ass kicking involved because my tonfa skills need improvement.”

      “You got you ass Ralph.” Dusty snorted. “No Fred, we're not that occupied so yeah call us when you're ready and we'll do all that fancy stuff....you know, wear the ranger hats, the sun glasses and say “Some bitch” like a hundred times?”

       “Awesome.” Fred replied. “We'll probably be there around 2pm or so on Monday. You have a good day porker.” Fred clicked off his phone. “Now I'll go home and enjoy the rest of my day.”

       Which will probably consist of you still going through those files.” Gordon said.

       “No....I take my Sundays seriously actually. I intend to go home, grill steaks and spend time with the daughter and grand kids. You go home and love on your wife and I mean....love on your wife.”

Sunday afternoon
June 13, 2018 3:24pm
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family 

      “You.....schemer.” Will said as he lay under Cathy's car with her lying next to him on a rolling mechanics floor dolly....”That's no knock.”

     “No.....” Cathy snickered. “It's a carefully contrived conspiracy.”

     They giggled at each other. “I feel like we're back in that silly little dog house again.” Will said as he poked a finger in Cathy's snoot.

    “Wanna do a replay and see if you don't piss yourself again?” She snickered back.

   Will rolled on his side....”What's with you? I mean...look at me? You? You've turned out to be a centerfold model....one seriously hot female tiger and yet? You don't chase after tigers? What about Rondell? Our varsity stud....football letterman, Soccer extordinare....”

    “Absolute self-worshiping ass hole?” Cathy snorted. “Are you kidding me? Most of the tigers I know are jerks. Take my short romance with Arnaldo...that jerk wanted in my fucken panties on day three...no damn respect....all loud mouth....serious fucktard or did you think my Dad trained me in “Jute Kit-tsu” for nothing?”

     Cathy wiggled Will's nose. “Wanna know why I liked you from when we were little? You knew how to treat a girl from the day you waddled out of diapers. Like the time it had rained up a storm when we were walking to school and the street was flooded and you had me ride on your back while you hand and kneed through the street?”

    “Ruined my best school clothes...ugh my mom was pissed. Then I told her what happened and she made me cup cakes. Wanna hear the rest of it?”

    “I bet this gets funny.” Cathy giggled.

    “In comes Alex, four years old and I'm all happy as punch and I started to tease him..” Mom made me cup cakes...Na, na, na!” And he's getting all huffy and I told him “Mom loves me best na na na!” You know what Alex did?”

    “He exploded?” Cathy asked.

    “He ran and grabbed one of my Dad's good belts with a big buckle and “WHAM!” nailed me in the head and cut my crown open! Nice river of blood...I'm screaming, he swipes a cup cake so what did I do?”

    Cathy shook her head....”It's getting worse I can tell.”

    “Wham!” “Punched Alex in the face and broke his snoot! He's screaming, I'm screaming, Mom's screaming....in the car and off to the hospital emergency room! They patch us up, mom get's us two ice cream cones...everything is normal again right?”

   “Wrong.” Cathy giggled.

    “Uh uh....my ice cream falls off my cone.” Will chuckles. “So what do I do? I took Alex's cone. And the war starts again! Alex snatches a bed pan? “WHAM! Crack!” breaks my snoot.” I kick him, he topples over and “crack” breaks his left leg! Back to the emergency room, call Dad, call C.P.S., call the police....finally we get home, all is restored to normal except its' discipline time and who is fingered as the main causer of all the trouble? Yours truly. Down comes the pants, down comes the underwear, The beating is ferocious, I'm screaming and up comes who?”

      “Oh no?” Cathy said covering her eyes.

      “Alex the defender! Stop hurting Will!” “WHAM!” Hit Dad in the head with sed belt buckle, cut him open....everyone screaming, dad in the car, to the hospital, me alone with Alex......and......we raided the fridge and destroyed one tub of ice cream. Our plot worked beautifully. You do know the original intention of our conspiracy was that tub of ice cream?” 

      Cathy chuckled then saw Will's face downturn....”Will? Don't dwell on it ok?”

       “Cathy? Am I normal?” Will asked.

      “Oh my gawd....” Cathy snorted. “You are William Gray, how many times do I have to tell you? You are the same William Gray, the same cute little gray wolf who gallantly carried me over the raging river of Wakefield Street. You are as normal as “you” want to be and I accent the “You” part. If you don't want to be a pedophile, you don't have to be one Will.”

      Will lowered his head into his crossed arms. “Man....I get into these crazy mood swings now...and these flash visions of naked cubs keep popping up? Ugh....I feel like a dirt bag and then I don't....”

       Cathy smiled. “I'll love a dirt bag as long as he doesn't quit?”

       Will pursed his lips. “Wolf.....cat.....doesn't kinda go hand in hand you know?”

       Cathy snickered....”A pussy is a pussy.”

       “How am I supposed to take that?” Will asked twisting his face.

       “Play on words...Go with it.” Cathy replied as she gave will a snoot kiss.

       Meanwhile....Alex was in his room folding his washed clothes and bouncing back and forth to a hand video game when someone noised behind him....

      “Yo?!” The voice called. Alex turned to see Peter Quinn at his window...

      “What are you doing in our back yard?” Alex yelped.

      “Came to say sorry for the insults.” Peter said. “My Dad wouldn't let me talk to you for “obvious” reasons.”
   
       “Well....obviously you can't be here so go.” Alex snorted. “And as for the words...eh...doesn't hurt any more.”

      “Why can't you come out?” Peter snorted. “This is so bull shit.”

      “Duh?.....sex offender? Big sign?” Alex huffed. “I'm not even supposed to be talking to you dude! Shoo, go, git!”

       “Oh like you're gonna hurt us?” Peter snorted. “We'd maul you and spit you out. You can't like sneak out for just a few minutes?”

      Alex looked back. “Peter? Will you just go! I wanna save what ass I got left!”

     “Talk to you later.” Peter yelped as he waved and ran off. 

     Alex pursed his lips...”See me later? He better not be thinking of coming back? I'm not in the mood for stupid games.”

     Alex returned to folding his clothes and picked up a pair of under-roos in the pile on his bed....

    “Hmph....Teddy Ruxpen....” Alex thought as he gazed at the cartoon covered tighty whites between his fingers...”I used to wear these when I went into Will's room.” Alex looked behind himself at the open doorway to his bedroom and slowly began to wipe the underwear over his crotch...

“Mmmm......mmmmm......” Alex began to gasp and coo as he felt the rise in his shorts... “I miss it soooooo much.....” He gasped....

then he threw the Teddy Ruxpens in the nearby trash can....

    “Fuck!” He yelped at himself. “Fuck!” He snapped as he started looking through his clothes on the bed. He then tore through his clothes in his dresser draws and his closet and threw them into the trash can until they lay over-flowed on the bedroom floor. The young wolf then stomped into the living room and snatched his mother's hand.... ”Mom?” Alex said gruffly as he led his mother back to his room....

    “Mom? I need all new clothes.” Alex huffed.

    “Why?” Grace asked as she watched Alex dig through the trash can and pull out the Teddy Ruxpens...

    “And burn these? I mean...burn them right now?” Alex said as he turned his head away and screwed his eyes shut....”Mom?! Burn those fucken things!”

     Grace took the under-roos...”What's wrong Alex? Speak up?”

     “Sigh....” Alex noised. “I used to wear those a lot when I went into Will's room at night to have sex with him. All these clothes are triggering the hell out of me.” Alex closed his eyes...”I was trying to masturbate with those stupid under-roos.”

     Grace petted her son....”Very good Alex, you're doing very good.” Grace said as she waved the under-roos...”How about this? How about “you” burn these yourself in the back yard?”

     Alex nodded sternly as he grabbed his old undies...”With pleasure.”

     Chancy was standing in the kitchen sipping on a coke when he saw Alex walk by in an almost military march holding the under-roos out in front of him. “What's gives?”

    Alex snorted. “I'm putting a trigger to the torch...wanna come? I don't want Will out here.” Alex demanded.

    As Grace and Chancy watched....Alex soaked the under-roos in charcol lighting fluid and flicked on a long necked lighter....

    “Fuck you.” He said to the undies as he put them to the torch and dropped them on the ground. “I'm sick of this crap. Good fucken riddance!” Alex turned around and handed his mother the lighter...”Man I feel a whole lot better.”

    “Now get some trash bags and we'll bag up the clothes you don't want and if you want me to donate them, we will.” Grace said.

    Alex shook his head...”Burn them too. In fact? Just rip them up and throw em in the trash.” Alex walked away and passed Will as he went into the kitchen...

   “What's up?” Will asked. “What stinks of soot?”

    Alex walked up to Will and snorted. “Just bad memories....and leave me alone for a few hours? I'm looking at you right now and you're pissing me off.”

    Will watched Alex stomp into his room as Chancy came into the house. “What the hell's got Alex fuming?”

    Chancy replied. “He burned a trigger. Better stay away from him for a while and keep the lighters away...he's on a roll.”

Sunday evening
June 13, 2018 8pm
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

     Will was looking through some of his father's old car mechanics manuals on his bed when Alex tapped on his door jam...”Hey? Can I come in?”

    Will sat up as Alex snatched a chair and sat down...”Just wanted to say I'm sorry if I sort of miffed you this afternoon.” Alex said...”I uh....I burned my Teddy Ruxpens.”

    Will smiled...”Good! Good for you! That was a big step.”

    “Yeah....” Alex said with a deep breath. “It wasn't easy...I tell you Will the....the urge to wanna keep em was so fricken strong you know? You know how it is right? You wanna keep things as like little memento things you can look back too?”

    Will nodded....”I bet...and I'm very happy for you Alex, really....you did a wonderful thing by getting rid of those.”

    Just then...Gordon and Chancy showed themselves at the door way....

    “Will?” Alex said as he played with his hands....”I want my Super Friends under roos. The one's you kept as a cum rag to wipe us off after sex? I want it now and if you try telling me you don't have it?” Alex looked back at his dad and Chancy...”I think “they” are going to have something to say and it won't be nice.”

    Will nodded. He got up, walked to the dresser in his room and pulled out a small box...”I...washed them clean once but....you may wanna wear a glove?”

     Alex snorted. “Oh no Will....”you” are gonna burn em. “You” are gonna burn them and then before everyone? You're gonna apologize for molesting and sodomizing me like I'm gonna aplogize for sodomizing you with a big dildo. We're gonna get all the nasty stuff out, that means anything in here that needs to go? It needs to like go yesterday.”

    Alex pursed his lips...”Anything difficult about this?”

    Will shook his head. “Nope....absolutely not.”

    Alex got up...”Then I guess you got spring cleaning to do.” He said as he turned to leave the room.  

    In the back yard...Uncle Chancy, Gordon and Grace watched their boys take turns pouring lighter fluid over the pile they had put together. Alex then lowly took Will's hands and squeezed them....

   “Will? Big brother? As dad would say...this is clearing our decks...” Alex took a moment to think. “Will? What I did to you by sodomizing you and tearing you up was wrong. I knew what we did together was very wrong and by not stopping it? I hurt you, my brother whom I should protect and love...and....I'm sorry Will....I am....I am so sorry.”

   Will slowly cupped Alex's face in his hands....Alexander....my little brother...my best friend...I hurt you. I did what no elder brother should ever do to his little brother. I knew what I did to you was wrong but I was weak and sick...Alex?....I am so sorry for what I did to you....”

   Alex gave Will a loving hug....”Let's torch this pile of shit!”

    Alex struck a match....

   Will struck a match....

   “Get lost you sick memory...stay the fuck out of our heads!” The boys yelped together as they dropped their matched into the pile and lit it off...

    Gordon turned to Chancy....”You still think I didn't raise a pair of tough kids?”

    “It's only been a short time.” Chancy said. “The years to come will tell the truth.” He pulled Gordon aside as the boys watched the fire....

    “What's this shit about Alex being molested when he was younger?” Chancy snorted.

    “There's evidence.” Gordon replied. “Might have happened when we had a cabin at Coal Brook. Long story. We have to get a court order and some police to seize the camp ground records.”

    “You need a little muscle, which is why I'm going with you.” Chancy snorted “And you're gonna shut up and accept it Navy boy.”
    
My my....demanding fucken grunt aren't you?” Gordon snorted back. “You want in? Fine by me. But you “don't” kill the furs we may need to question and don't use a gerot and no damn water boarding.”

Chancy snickered. “Water boarding? I'll piss in the fucker's mouth, let's see if they can keep their mouths shut after that?” 

Chancy looked back at the boys...”Let them sleep together with me tonight on the living room floor?”

Gordon sighed....”Alex has these....”

“Night issues....I know.” Chancy replied. “I'll take care of him if he starts up...don't worry.”

Gordon replied...”I would like you to have a pad of paper and a pen if it does happen so you can listen and see if there's more names or specific descriptions we can get from his talking in his sleep.”

Chancy nodded. “Alright...I'll listen carefully.”

Sunday evening
June 13, 2018 10pm
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

    Chancy sat in a pair of Marine Corps issue shorts and a t-shirt in the living room with Will sitting on his sleeping bag in a pair of pajamas and Alex in the detested locked one-zee...

    “So here we are in Kandahar and our squad leader's using the porta-john. What he doesn't know is that two of our guys rigged an air hose inside the “catch box” right? So PFC Kerig sneaks up to the porta-john with this joke whistle, makes a sound like we have incoming fire? You can hear our “squat leader” trying to get his pants up and “FOOF!” 500 pounds of air pressure turns the “catch box” into old blue faithful!”

    The boys laughed and rolled on the floor....”Oh gawd!” Will yelped.

    “You wanna see an all teeth German Shepherd on the attack covered in blue goo? Bodies all over the place! Scrambling, running....and then you hear that whistle again right? Well the Sarge turns to Kerig and snaps “cut that out you little prick!” Only Kerig's not blowing the whistle....it's real incoming fire....”

    “Bet everyone pissed their pants.” Alex said snickering.

    “Nope.” Chancy replied. “An incoming round blew this other porta potty into the air.. and that one was......well used....per say? It just happens to open up and release everything it had? Right over Sarge's head....”

    “BAWWWWW!” Will laughed himself silly....

    “Yup.” Chancy said smiling. “His last brave words were....”Oh......fuck me.” and “SPLASH!”

     Alex held his stomach as he laughed....”I thought you said Afghanistan was bad?”

     “Well....it is kid.” Chancy replied. “The only difference between Afghanistan and Vietnam is that there's no place for the Taliban to really hide....cept in the hills. For the most part we cream and smear their asses, even at night they're fucked....which is why they stay with I.E.D.'s and snipers where they can.”

      Chancy pointed to his left hip. “Your Mom doesn't know because if she found out? She'd be very upset. That's from a Dragonov sniper rifle while I was working point. Hurt like hell. I don't know what you two think about humans? Marines are Marines, this human drives out there...snatches me up....Humans may be threatening to most animals but canines? They'll jump on grenades to save their dogs.”

      Alex snorted...”Dad says they hate us wolves.”

      “Not all of them.” Chancy said as he poked Alex off the head. “But enough stories you two? It's time for bed.”

      Alex pulled on Chancy's shirt....”Hey Uncle? Can I snuggle your arm?”

      “Just as long as you don't hump it.” Chancy snorted.

      “Oh fuck you!” Alex snapped.

       Chancy rubbed Alex's head. “Just testing kido.”

Monday Morning
June 14, 2018 2:30am
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

    Chancy heard the moaning and coo'ing in his ears and opened his eyes to see Alex on his sleeping bag stomach down and butt hiked in the air with his tail tightly pulled against his body....

    “No......no.......ummm.....ummm.....Speedy......mmmm.....hurts.....hurts!” The young wolf sighed and cried as if he was being anal'd.

    Chancy turned to Will and woke him up....”Will! Will!”

    Will sat up and tried to move to get to his little brother but Chancy stopped him....”No! Get the pad of paper...”

    Chancy carefully moved over Alex and gently placed his hands on him...he then looked at Will and bit his lips as he closed his maw on one of Alex's ears....

     “You like that Alex?” Chancy said softly. “Mmmmm like how that feels?”

     Alex replied in his sleep....”No! I wanna go home!” Alex began to move as if he were trying to crawl or swim away from his abuser...”It hurts bad! Ow!”

    “Where are we at kid? I don't want to keep screwing you here? I wanna take you deep in the woods and rip you apart...” Chancy snarled.

    “Nah! I want my mommy! I want my Daddy! I wanna go home! I don't wanna be at the amusement park any more! IT HURTS!” Alex screamed....

    “FUCK!” Will snapped. “STOP IT DAMN IT!” The teen wolf cried as he fought against Chancy's strong grip...”STOP IT!”

    Chancy reached into his shorts pocket, pulled out an over sized baby pacifier and slipped it into Alex's mouth. After a minute...the wolf cub gently settled down and suckled himself back to normal sleep....

   “What the fuck?” Will said shocked as Chancy gently stroked Alex's head. “What?” Will pointed....”How did you?”

    Chancy sighed. “You's be surprised what can work against PTSD. The first instinct is always to search out something that's deep in our psyche and that?....is good old mom and her teet.”

     Will snorted. “The fucken amusement park?”

      “Canopy Lake.” Chancy snapped. “Let's see what your Dad and that investigator can get from that piece of information....along with this “Speedy” ass hole.”

Monday Morning
June 14, 2018 7am
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

      “Pop!” Alex pulled the big pacifier from his mouth and threw it...”What the fuck? Ok? Who's the wise ass? Uncle Chancy you dick!” Alex snorted as he stood up. Just as a second thought he checked himself to make sure his Uncle didn't go farther with his little prank. The young wolf them stomped into the kitchen where Chancy was getting coffee...

     “Morning Alex.” Chancy said.

     “Morning.....dick.” Alex snorted. “Putting a pacifier in my mouth? Really?”

      “Better that, than you suffering last night.” Chancy replied. “When your Dad told me you had some pretty serious things going on in your sleep? I never knew they were that bad...”

     Alex rubbed his arms...”I thought if I held your hand or sort of snuggled, it might not happen....guess wrong huh?”

    Chancy rubbed Alex on the head. “I think.....it might not work but I think if you sleep with that pacifier? It might stop what's been messing with your head.”

   Alex leaned back against the kitchen table...”Like always? Not a damn thing I can remember.”

   Chancy replied. “You said “Canopy Lake” which is the only amusement park near Coal Brook. I gave your Dad some of the information.”

   Alex sighed....”I'll never get rid of it....will I?”

   “People are different...some do and some don't...depends. But don't let it shape who you are. I think I know you and Will well enough that you guys will get over this crap. Last night? Burning all that shit was a big step up.” Chancy said as he finished his coffee...”Look...I have to go with your Dad and that cop today so I got some things you can have to pass the time and keep yourself busy...ok? Something fun you and your Mom can do together.” Chancy said as he hugged Alex.

   “Ok Uncle.” Alex replied with a nod.

Monday Morning
June 13, 2018 9am

Highway 16
Heading towards Mechanicsville

    “A Pacifier?” Gordon asked. “That's a little unsettling.”

    “Actually no it's quite logical.” Chancy replied. “We've used it on dogs with PTSD and they sleep fine. It has a soothing effect, popped it right in Alex's mouth and “zoop” slept the rest of the night with no problems.” Chancy pulled his 9mm handgun from its' holster and slapped in a magazine. “Tell me? Do his episodes come like clockwork? Between 1 and 3am?”

    “Mostly.” Gordon replied. “The therapist says it's because he enters REM sleep between those times.”

    Chancy snorted. “That's a load of bullshit. That's a civilian telling you that crap. Now let a combat grunt who's seen shit like this tell you truth. Alex was being molested between 1 and 3 am. In PTSD lingo we call it “Body clock syndrome”. When someone comes under extreme stress, I mean life threatening extreme stress? Their body records the exact moment in its' biological clockwork. Now call me maybe a conspiracy loon? But Alex acts like he's been “MK'd” or “programmed” with suggestive psychosis like the CIA was screwing around with in the 50's and 60's.”

    Fred snorted. “Oh boy...here comes the alien abduction nexus bull shit again.”

   “I don't believe in that wild shit.” Chancy replied. “Most of those stories can be explained to deep scar trauma. Alex is acting like he's gone through some serious mental screwing around and its' trying to tweek him up the volume dial.” Chancy poked his head between Gordon and Fred...”Didn't you both tell me that all the subjects in those police files turned up dead? Sort of like the end of a book huh?”

    Gordon pulled his cell phone and dialed....”Grace? You said you're going to be spending all day with Alex?”

    Grace answered. “Yes...”

    “Good.” Gordon replied. “Just stay very close to him please? In fact? And I know he'll get pissy over it? Maybe you should try and see if his old kiddy leash will fit him still?”

    “Oh Gordon.” Grace replied. “That's seriously extreme.”

    “I don't care if he lays on his back and kicks.” Gordon replied. “Please? For me?”

    “You're not the one who has to deal with the snarling and crying.” Grace replied.

     Gordon clicked off the phone. “I'm glad it didn't take us all day to get that court order.” He said with a deep sigh.

     Fred pulled his own phone. “That reminds me. I need to call the sheriff and let him know we're coming.”

Monday Morning
June 13, 2018 10am

Mechanicsville Sheriff's office

Sheriff Dusty Bloatsome unlocked a cabinet and passed to his deputy a 12 gauge shotgun. “Now Fred, I'm not expecting any trouble from this guy, he has no priors and yet you say if we don't do this, he'll torch the family records?”

“That's what his little brother mentioned.” Fred McGruff replied.

“Like I said.” Ralph Haints, Dusty's deputy and fellow pig replied as he loaded his gun. “I'm hoping the guy jumps so I can do some honest take down practice. Hey? Maybe we can get in a squeeze search? See of the guy's pushing coke or some other drug?”

Dusty pushed a finger in Ralph's snoot. “No stupid shit ok Ralph? We're just serving protection papers on the documents the guy has in his possession so no pushing things you got that? Sheesh....this is what happens when you get these guys who've been city humpers...high on the adrenals and wanting to fuck everything not nailed down.”

Dusty walked over to his desk and pulled a stiff brim State Mounty hat from a box. “Here...this goes with the pressed uniform....and the sun glasses.”

Ralph put the hat on his head, adjusted the brim and sunglasses and snarled...”Hey boy? Spread them legs so's I can fuck you good.”

Everyone laughed. Chancy snickered. “Deputy? You need to put some base in that voice man. You sound like Porky Pig on Oxy.”

“Hey....that's enough.” Dusty snorted. “Let's get this thing over with.”    

Monday Morning
June 13, 2018 10am
Ocean Pass

Sigma Preserve

    Alex followed his mother slowly as he had been wearing a blind-fold since they left the house...

    “Now...over this fallen tree....” Grace said as she helped her son over the trunk and into a clearing...”Now stand right.....here.”

     Grace spun Alex around a few times and then pulled off his blind fold. “Now? Get us out of here.” She said as she gave Alex a light shake...

     Alex pulled off his school book bag and pulled out the Marine Corps compass Chancy gave him...”Which direction is the car?”

     Grace handed him a crossword puzzle....”Oh? You're going to be difficult?”

     “I was told to challenge you?” Grace snickered. “Now surprise me.”

     Alex took a seat on the log, looked over the puzzle then pulled out the pacifier and suckled on it as he worked on the answers....

     “Aw....you look so cute.” Grace said as she put an arm around her young son and hugged him...

    “Pop”....”Mom? You're closing on me?” Alex said to her his words when he felt boxed in and bothered. When she pulled back, the wolf cub stood up and gave her a soft snoot smooch...”I love you.”

     Grace petted Alex's head. “How is that?”

     “Huh?” Alex sounded then looked at his pacifier...”Very....comforting? Poor sub though for your soft boobs.”

     Grace gave Alex a little tap on the head. “Watch it mister.”

      “Mom!” Alex put down the puzzle and wrapped his arms around his Mom's neck. “I never get enough time alone with you...without Will and Dad.” Alex softly licked his Mom's snoot. “I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment.”

     Grace gave Alex a playful nip on the snoot...”Disappointment is something you measure when your child is ready to leave the house. You have never been a disappointment to me. A little pain in the behind....yes....but not a disappointment.”

     Alex held up the crossword puzzle...”You need to make these more difficult mom.” He then bounced the compass against the completed puzzle...”We go.....Southwest.” Then Alex looked around at the lights and shadows being reflected by the sun.....

     “We go that way.” Alex said with a point.

Monday Morning
June 14, 2018 10am
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

      Will walked down the stairs and into the basement where he stood for a moment in silence to listen if anyone was above him in the house. He waked into the washing room where the washing machine and dryer were and stood for a moment hugging himself against the temptation building up inside to go farther. Slowly as he moved and looked around, Will got on his hands and knees to reach behind the dryer and pull a small string attached to a manila envelope that he had hidden a while back before he and Alex got caught...

     His little brother knew about the pictures Will took, not that he'd let him know he printed them out. Will pulled the pictures out and sat back against a wall to gaze at them for a moment...

     One was taken by Alex obviously...a nice selfie from his extended arm, a sort of half smile, half smirking face as Alex straddled Will's hips...his big brother's cock buried up to the knot in his ass hole. Will began to feel the desires welling in his heart, the quickening of his breath...

      Another picture to look at...One Will caught of Alex straddling his prick again, his little ass hole spread wide as cum rolled down Will's shaft...

      The panting teen wolf reached to feel his hardness, wrapped his hand around his red rocket and started to pump it...thrusting his body against his one hand while he fumbled for another picture with his free hand...

     “Mmmmwaaa....Alex.....mmmmm.....I miss your tight little ass hole so much....” Will said to himself as he looked at another picture. Alex was spread wide legged, the tip of Will's hard on was poised to enter that tight little hole and his little brother's face was “sex drunk”....the eyes doe'd half closed, the mouth open and drooling with wanting...the little wolf's face as if it said “Want me to fucken ram myself on your cock big brother?”

     “Whine! Yip! Wine!” Will felt the tingling hot surge in his loins and he shot his long pent up load hard over himself. He lay motionless for a moment, then felt the pictures in his hands, then he screamed...

Monday Morning
June 13, 2018 10:20am

Mechanicsville 

Home of Meer-Neeno the Beedle-Jeusian

     Sheriff Bloatsome parked his cruiser a few feet down the street from the house with his Deputy and Chancy and Gordon parked a few feet behind that car...

      “Now I'm not expecting any trouble but just in case? Ralph? You and Chancy go behind the house and come around from the far side while myself and Mister Gray will do the front door directly. And no wild shit, understand? We're not going to put this guy in the hospital Ralph, this isn't the NFL.”

     “I never have any fun.” Ralph snorted. 

     “If the guy runs, I'll give you first dibs.” Chancy said with a toothy grin.

      As they approached the house...Ralph and Chancy made their move to cut behind and around the back while the Sheriff and Gordon came up through the front lawn and up to the front door...

      “Pound, pound, pound!” Mechanicsville Police! Sheriff Bloatsone! Open the door Sir!” The pig yelled. When Meer-Neeno didn't answer, Bloatsome banged again. “Mister Neeno?! Sheriff Bloatsome, we have a seizure and hold warrant, please open the door, don't make this difficult?”

      Sheriff Bloatsome and Gordon didn't see Neeno as he tried to slide into his two door Grand Tourino in the garage. The Beedle-Jeusian didn't get the key turned over before the driver's side door glass shattered over his face and the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun pushed uncomfortably into his nuts...

     “You so much as flinch you stupid cat and I'll give you a shotgun vasectomy!” Ralph snarled...”What do you think there Chancy? Do I look fucken cool or what?”

      Chancy smirked as he stood on the other side of the car with his handgun. “He pissed himself silly...definitely a 10.”

      Sheriff Bloatsome and Gordon walked into the garage as Ralph slammed Meer-Neeno on the hood of his Grand Tourino...”What the hell son?” Dusty snorted. “We didn't come to arrest you and you pull this stupid shit. Gawd damn you are dummer than a two dollar bottle cap.” Dusty stood shaking his head. “That is unless...you gave us a reason to arrest you, Deputy? Do a quick sweep of the house?”

     Ralph snorted as he pumped the shotgun into a load. “Fucken a right. Come with me Mister Chancy.”

     Dusty pulled Meer-Neeno out of the garage and sat him on his lawn. “Now Sir? If you declare anything illegal in the house? Things will go better for you. See? We just came to impound the records from your family's summer retreat but you had to go off all professional dumb ass on us so we don't need this silly court order any more...if you understand that?”

     Meer-neeno sighed...”I got a grow...of pot....medical....I have a license.”

    “A grow?” Dusty replied. “Within the law there Son? Be honest with yer Uncle Dusty now...you be looking at a pretty steep penalty for lying to me.”

        Ralph and Chancy came out of the house with Ralph holding some pulled pot plants in his hand....”Would you look at this Sheriff? I'd say this gentleman is way over the legal limit for an allowed grow....by about a hundred plants.”

        Dusty got in Neeno's face....”Legal grow huh?”

        “We also found this...in the bedroom.” Ralph handed Dusty a photo album...full of naked cubs in sex positions...

       “Gawd damned cock sucker.” Ralph put his shot gun to Neeno's face....

        “Those aren't mine!” Neeno screeched. “I swear they're not mine!”

        “Possession is 9/10 the law there boy and you got quite the load of nine right there so guess what Ricky Gervase, you is under the fuck arrest for possession of cub porn. Deputy? Git this fuck out of my face before I lose my cool please?” Dusty snorted. “And Ralph? Don't kill him?”

        Ralph picked Neeno off the ground as Gordon, Chancy and Dusty stood together...

       “The pictures are old, some of them were black and whites so we're talking decades. I didn't see all of them.” Chancy snorted. “Something tells me dear old Dad wasn't the model fucken Beedle-Jeusian we knew.”

        Gordon looked at Chancy...”We need to get those records.”

        “I'll go shake and bake our cat.” Chancy turned to Dusty. “You're prisoner is about to get temporarily snatched by a very angry relative...give me bout ten minutes then send Ralph to save his sorry ass. Let's see how cats like to be drowned in wolf piss.”

        Gordon cringed. “What the hell did you do in Afghanistan?”

        “G-2 Section....anything I gawd damned well pleased so long as we got information.” Chancy replied. “The Geneva Convention is for faggots.”

Monday Morning
June 14, 2018 10:45am
Ocean Pass

87 Shepherd Street
Home of the Gray family

       “I'm very proud of you Alex.” Grace said smiling. “You did that land navigation very well.”

       “Guess I found what I want to do when I finish High School.” Alex replied very pleased with himself. “I wanna become a Forest Ranger mom. I always loved the woods.” Alex was smiling till the car turned onto the street where their house was...

      “Mom?” Alex said as he pointed. Grace looked to see two police cruisers and another car parked in front of the house with neighbors standing around...

     “What?” Grace said as she slowed the car down and Mister Huckleberry walked up...

     “You need to stop here Mrs. Gray.” Huckleberry said...”Please, just stay calm.”

     Grace turned off her car and slowly got out with Alex....”What's wrong?”

     “I got a call from Will.” Huckleberry replied as he walked Grace and Alex towards a cruiser. “He sounded very upset, he asked me to call the police, said he was alone and didn't trust himself.....and now he's in there with your husband's pistol.”

     Grace almost jumped as Huckleberry caught her...”He's not in any trouble...officer Sirus is in there right now, at least they're talking to each other...just wait...”

     Alex didn't. Spying a chance, he bolted around his mother, dodged a police officer trying to grab him and jumped the fence of the back yard where he ran to his bedroom window and scrambled inside...

     Alex could hear Sirus and Will talking back and forth as he slowly lay prone on his floor...

     “Ok....” Sirus said...”You had a little freak out William, these things are gonna happen but you did the right thing, you are not a bad person, you did nothing wrong, don't do this to your family.”

       “I don't know what to do...” Will replied. “I masturbated to pictures of my little brother, I still want to fuck the shit out of him don't you understand? Nothing's helping, I just keep lying to myself, I'm a shit bag...”

        Alex crawled to the opening of his bedroom much to the sudden horror of Sirus who tried to shoosh the young wolf back....

       “Fuck! Kid! He's unpredictable...get the fuck back!” Sirus warned.

       Alex gave Sirus a “fuck you” face back and slowly peered his head around Will's bedroom door jam to see his older brother holding their dad's pistol...

      “Big Brother? It's me....hey?” Alex said softly. “Hey? I did real good in land navigation today. I came home to tell you and I find you acting a little weird? What gives Will?”

       Will replied. “Alex? Just go away? Go back to Mom?”

       “I can't do that right now Will?” Alex replied. “See...it's not every day I come home and you've got Dad's pistol and what looks like a bottle of pills? You didn't swallow any of that did you?”

       “No.” Will replied.

       “Well....that's good.” Alex said as he pulled himself closer to Will's room...”Will? Why are you holding Dad's gun? Why are you scaring Mom? Why did I just have to run through the cops?”

        Will looked at the gun then lowered it...”Because your older brother is a sick piece of shit who hid “fuck” photos of you and just masturbated to them and now thinks you, Mom and Dad are better off without me.”

       Alex sat and snarled....”Well that's just like a selfish ass hole...” The wolf cub snapped as he stood up in the door way...”We've promised each other, we've been truthful to each other, we said we'd get through this together and then you decide “fuck it” over a secret stash...isn't that just fucken great?”

     Officer Sirus reached for Alex and got his hand slapped. “Relax Sirus! Will's not gonna shoot me nor himself nor anyone.”

       Alex walked into the bedroom and stood with his hands on his hips. “Cheese Will? What the fuck does it take? Cathy's practically throwing herself at you and right now you've got her outside terrified all to shit! You look at photos of me and toss away a knock out like Cathy and now you want to kill yourself? I'm supposed to be looking up to my big brother as my example to get me the fuck out of this bull shit we're in and you want to be a spoiled fucker and shoot yourself?!”

     Alex snatched the gun...”Give me that you stupid ass dufus!” The Wolf cub said as he took the pistol, removed the clip and spilled the bullets on the floor. “Shoot yourself? Yeah right you would have....you know better Will and a good thing I know you.”

    Alex reached down, snatched Will's shirt and slapped him silly on his snoot as he talked....”Now you and I are gonna take those pictures.....we'e gonna fucken burn em... then you're going to the hospital with the cops....then you're gonna get fixed....then you're going to come home......and stop being a little fucken bitch!”

   Alex snatched up a bullet, slid it into the magazine, slapped the magazine into the pistol, jacked the slide and snatched Will by his head tuft....”Now you listen to me good, Big Brother! You EVER threaten to leave me, Mom and Dad alone EVER AGAIN?” Alex pointed the pistol in Will's face...”I won't shoot you in the head....” Alex then pushed the gun into Will's balls. “I'll give you what you want? I'll make you the little crying bitch you're craving to become!” Alex punched Will in the face hard...”Don't you FUCKEN LEAVE ME WILL! Don't you FUCKEN threaten me with this pussy ass cowardly shit!”

    Alex stood for a moment as Will started to sob...”Sigh....I love you Will...I love you so much...don't let this shit kill you? At least have the balls to talk to me before you decide you want to take yourself away from me...” Alex walked out and handed Sirus the pistol. “Maybe he's the one who needs a pacifier more than me huh?”

   Alex walked up to his mother and gave her a hug...”Sheesh...I'm gonna be fifty before I'm fourteen at this rate mom.”

   Grace wanted to go to Will as the police walked him out but Alex held her back. “Let him go Mom...we'll get him back in a few days.”

    Grace looked down at Alex...”What did you tell him?”

    “I told him the truth. What else do you say to a guy with a gun?” Alex replied.

End of part 3