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*Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Son of the Amazons 01) Now YOU Tell Me! Night of the Lunatic Moon By Ron Dow75 [email protected] Memorial Stadium cheered! And over the P.A., the student announcer cried, "He did it!! Alex Anderson broke the state pole vault record!! The only half-decathlete in the All-County meet has only two more records to challenge him!!!" "He's so Great!!" cried a girl in shorts, her blond hair up in a scunchi. "The best!" "I want to date him!!" other girls around her agreed. All except the long-haired girl in jeans sitting next to her; and the one sitting on the tier just behind. "Hmm! He's not bad," said the girl who had short golden brown hair, wearing a long, loose dress. "How can you say that, Terie!??" the blond leaned over towards her. "Alex is beating Everybody: He's the reason our school still *has *sports!" "So they cut sports; big deal." "Big Deal?!? Well, you may not be from a small town, but when there's nothing else to cheer for: It is a "Big Deal", I'll tell you." "Leave her alone, Cher. Just 'cause you're hung up on Alex, doesn't mean you have to get the whole world to be too!" the brunette next to her said. "Les-lie!?? You're his Girlfriend!?" "Exactly. The less people are interested in him, the better. If only he'd stop showing off like this." "He *is *the coach's son, isn't he?" Terie said, merely cocking an ear. Leslie crossed her arms, and frowned all the more. "Which doesn't mean he has to constantly Prove it." "Hey, as she said, he's saving his pop's job," Terie glanced at Leslie from the corner of her eye. "Grrr! There's more to life than jobs!!" "Gee! She's still upset about her folks' divorce," Cher said. "Nah: She's just frustrated that her and Alexander hasn't *done *anything yet." "Really!?" Cher studied Leslie. "You can tell?" Terie smirked, and turned back to the track and field. "*I *can tell." "Oh-oh?" Cher looked away from her best friend, and towards the events. "Then Maybe?." * * * More cheers! "Another record set by Alex Anderson!! The javelin has gone nearly a foot over the old mark!! We're waiting for the judges to?" "Mr. Anderson? I am Nelson, Dave Nelson; I'm an agent," a very well-dressed man said to a man nearly ten years older than himself, dressed in plain gray, old-fashioned, sweat suit, with COACH on the shirt. "Another one!" a boy said, standing behind him, to another teammate. "Sorry: Not interested," the coach said, refusing his hand. "Shouldn't you ask your son?" the black man said, turning the hand into a thumb pointing at the field. "He'll say the same thing." ("He Will??" "I didn't think he was *that *stupid.") "You're not the first. And the answer's always been: No." "But you haven't heard *my *offer ?Scholarship! You name the place!" "Nope. If my son goes to college, it'll be because of his brains." ("Guess he's not going to college." "* I*'ve got better grades.") "Gerr ?Summers, Lapinsky: 20 laps. NOW!" "In the middle of the meet?!?" Lapinsky looked at him, blinking. He started running; Summers followed. "Think of the money he could be making! I hear the school board's thinking of?" "We've had to move before." "Move!? Again!" "Alex?!" "Alex, I'm here to offer you a future: Money, College, Cars?" "We're not moving!!" his pop told him. "Mr. Agent, I'll think about it. *But *: You've got to find a job for?" "No!! I will not have my son supporting *me *!!" "Oh, yeah!? What'd ya think I'm doing now?! I work my butt off just so we don't have to move again!! I'd like to keep any friends I happen across for more 'n a semester of two!" "I can *guarantee *a job, son!! Whether he takes it or not, I *can *get You a deal where you'll stay in one place?" "He's *still *a minor! Until then, he stays with me! Hopefully, I'll have gotten some sense into his head by the." "Sense!!? What would You know about sense?! You're stuck in some stone age where "Men are suppose to be men, and women women, and not the other way around!" and "That's the last word on it!"!" "That IS the last word. Commissioner, you have no right on this field: Leave, before I have you tossed off!" "What!?! You can't DO that! I'll sue!!" "Well, since you put it that way?" he held out his hand, and the agent automatically took it. He was tossed a good nine feet. "See, Son? He's no Man. ' Would've drained you dry." "You fricken sicko punk!! You'll be sorry!! I'll make you sorry you ever?" While the coach was distracted, his son flipped *him *. He landed on top of the other guy. Thmpf. "Ooff!" "It's time for the race," Alex said, and walked away. * * * "Didn't win that last race, didja, Big Man!" Cliff taunted Alex in the locker room. The wide boy was still dressed in his sweaty track suit. Sitting on the bench, Alex pulled off the last sock, and tossed it into his open locker. "I'm Talkin' to ya, Creep." Standing next to Alex, Summers muttered, "As if he won anything." "What did that mouth say!?" Cliff turned his frustrations onto the tall, skinny one. "erk! Nothing! Why would I say anything? Ha, ha," he laughed nervously, while Lapinsky shook his head rapidly. "Was it you?!" Cliff turned his attention back to Alex. Alex'd tossed his shirt, and now rose from the bench, and started taking down his shorts. "Answer me, damn it!! Nobody disses me!!" Cliff cried as he snapped his towel at him. But Alex was quick enough to snatch it, and pull: Sending Cliff tripping over the bench. He landed on the floor, with his butt in the air, draped over the bench. "I'm in no mood for bullies. I've had you all of my life," Alex said, tossing the towel at him. * * * "You'd think Cliff'd learn by now," Summers said to Alex in the showers. "He's an idiot. ' Couldn't even come up with an original attack." "Well, I wouldn't call him that." "Alex!" Lapinsky broke in. "Couldn't you, uh, would you, uh, go to the party tonight?" "I don't go to parties." "It's the victory party at the school!(?)" Summers said. "You *have *to go!" Lapinsky said. Another boy, who'd had his eyes up in the air, suddenly turned towards Alex. "You're the reason it Is a victory party!" "You're the star!" Summers added. "Well? I guess I'll go." Alex didn't sound happy about it, though. "Great!!" Lapinsky beamed. "You'll be takin' Leslie, right? Your date?" "Yeah. So?" "We can make it a double date. You and Leslie, me and Cher." "Cher?" "He means Cher won't go out with him unless you're around," Summers grinned. "She does hang around me a lot. But, then, she's Leslie's friend." He turned off the water. "You, you haven't, uh, Done anything with her? Have you?" Lapinsky asked, worried. "Kissed?" "Who, Cher? ' Course not. Leslie's crazy enough as it is," he said, leaving the stall. "* She*'s crazy?" the other boy comment slipped out. But Alex, if he was paying any attention, ignored it. "I wouldn't worry, Lapinsky," Summers said. "I don't think he's even put the moves on Leslie." The other boys nodded their agreement. "Or any girl." * * * "I don't want you going out tonight," Alex's pop said. But he was dressed as if *he *was going out. "Oh, come on. You're going to be one of the chaperones. You can keep your eye on me there! ' Can't if I don't go." "That's not what I mean. I mean, I checked the calendar." "What? Not that moon-thing of yours. If you want me to take it seriously, you gotta tell me what's got you so hung up about me and the moon." "No! It's not going to happen. It hasn't happened, yet. I won't let it affect your thoughts!" "Okay, then. It's not "affecting my thoughts": I'm going to the party, whether you say so or not." "I've done my best to raise you to be a real man!" "Yeah, yeah. ' You going into one of your speeches? You're goina miss the party, if you do." "Alex, you Are a real man, aren't you!?!" Pop nearly grabbed him by the shoulders. "What is that suppose to mean? I like the things you say I should like, weird as that is. I even like you some of the time." "That's my Boy! What'd you say we go camping?" "Not this season. I've had it with your "Chastity Stores Power". The track season's almost over with, and I'm not going to be going anywhere with it: You made that clear today." "?But, Son! Everything I do is for you?" "Whatever," he said, walking away from him. "You want me to be a "Real Man"? Real men have real girls." He left the room. "I'm going to spend this year finding out what girls are really like." Pop was pale at the thought. * * * Alex knocked. A man in a suit opened the door. "Mr. Lang? I thought you were divorced?" Alex blurted. "I thought I'd visit my daughters," he smiled. " ' You here for Leslie?" "Uh, yes." "Well, you may be the school-catch, but you treat her well, you understand?" "I wish people'd stop saying things like that. There are a lot more boys more popular 'n me." "But they try to be popular." "Hunh?" "I'm a traveling salesman, so don't ask me. You have to be a woman to understand that." "I guess. I haven't had much chance to be around girls much." "Oh, they're a whole 'nother species, son, no matter how much they think they want to be like us." "We wouldn't have to try to be like you, if you'd be more like us!" a woman said from behind him. Mr. Lang turned around. "Honey, I was just kiddin'." "I'm sure you were." The woman opened the door further, so she could face the company. "Alex, don't believe a word this character tells you," she smiled. She was in a leisure suit. "Uh, will Leslie be ready soon?" "It's all my fault she's late," Mr. Lang said. "I dropped by unannounced." "Why don't you come in and wait?" "Uh. Is everybody home?" "See, he doesn't like your mother much, either," Mr. Lang smiled. "Okay, enough with the jokes." "It's not her! Honest!" "It's annoying little sisters," another female voice said. "Leslie!" Rescued. "Does Stacie embarrass you?" Mr. Lang smile broadened. "I remember Honey's kid sister?" "Enough, already, George." "Come on, Alex," Leslie said, having gotten by her folks. " ' Bye!" she said, as they walked down the front path. Leslie was in her best dress and coat; she'd even put on makeup, and put up her hair. She looked just the way girls were suppose to look. "Don't forget the curfew!" Mrs. Lang called after them. "We can't afford to bail you out of jail!" " ' Sounds as if you'd leave them there." "George!" * * * "Where's the car?" Leslie asked, after she'd found her way down the front steps in her pumps. "I thought we'd walk." "I can't walk in these shoes." "What are shoes For?!" Alex reacted to the silliness. "These shoes are for occasions! They're meant to look nice." Alex looked down on them, literally. "They look stupid. Why not go get some you *can *walk in." "Why not just drive us there. Why do you want to walk?" "I want to spend some time with you. Alone." "We're alone right now," Leslie smiled. Alex looked around at all the lights on in all the houses. "This isn't?" Honk! Honk! Honk! "Need an escort!?" Lapinsky yelled. "Can't let the guest of honor miss the celebration!!" Summers cried. "What would the party be without the party animal!?!" laughed a pink-haired girl with a nose ring. "Leslie! Alex! I bought the crowns!!" Cher called out, waving the costume jewelry. "Uh? I forgot something in the house," Leslie said, turning around to scale the steps. "She can't find it without me!" Alex lied, badly. He took her arm, when it looked like she was teetering. * * * "That was really a dirty trick," Leslie said, suppressing a smile. "They'll get over it in no time, I'm sure," Alex said. He was carrying a paper bag with the "special" shoes in it; Leslie was wearing her best-looking walking shoes. They'd just emerged from the alley behind their houses, and was now taking the long way to school. "Cher won't" The smile broke loose for just a second, before it faded. "It's nice to be free of her, and the others. Once in a while. I, I'm not use to being around people much, I guess. What with we always having to move 'n' all. Never wanted to have to say good-bye. I usually didn't even have the chance." He looked down, at his feet. "You're, you're the first girl I, uh, ever wanted to take a chance with." Leslie took his arm, wrapping hers around his. She felt his reaction to her: He definitely wanted her. But that he hesitated to do anything, that he might not even Know what to do only endeared him more to her. "So, what do you like to do?" she asked, encouraging him to let her walk the way they were. "Oh, things my pop says girls shouldn't be interested in; "manly stuff"." ("Manly?") "I'd rather hear what * you*'re interested in." "If you mean stuff like fishing, and camping. * I*'ve done that with my dad. Woman can be interested in "manly" things, too, Alex. Especially, if they're with someone they're interested in?" * * * "?Yeah. Spent four months out in the wilderness, Alex said, as they crossed the street. "I knew we were hiding from something again. Then Pop came back with new identities for us. ' Said they were from an old army buddy." "Oh!" she stepped up onto the curb. "Does that mean you name isn't??" "Well, I'm Alex. Pop says I should remember why he named me that." He directed her over to a certain section of the fence. "And why Did he name you "Alex"?" "He says it means "Against the law"." "What!?? What a thing to name someone! And, besides, that's not what Alexander means!" They came to a hole in the fence around the sports field in back of the school. He pushed the loose fence aside to let her go ahead of him. "My name's not Alexander. It's Alex. And I don't think Pop cares if it's right or not, he just likes the idea." " ' Makes you sound like you're criminals on the run," Leslie said, waiting on the other side for him. "Sometimes I feel that way, too. That's another reason I couldn't get close to anybody," he mumbled. After he'd come through the hole, he stood there, waiting for sentence, looking up at her from a downcast face. "Well, you're not a criminal." And she drew closer to him. "Sounds like you've been punished all of your life for something your father did." "Don't get me wrong! Pop's great, and whyever he's doing it, it's for me." He moved away from her, not letting her get any closer. "We've spent just too much time together for me not to know that." She looked at his back. He was standing, now, with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky. She remembered some programs she'd seen. "Maybe it's like a witness protection program. He was a good guy." "Yeah, maybe," he said, looking up at the full moon. "You wouldn't believe the things that spook him the most." She moved closer to him. He allowed her, but it was obvious by his body language that he was ready to shut her out again. He'd said just too much. She stood next to him, her hands in her coat pockets, looking off in the direction he was. She tried sidling closer, to rest her head on his strong arm. "You know what they say about the full moon." "Which one?" Then he moved his arm, but put his hand around her back. "Come on. I want to be where there're lights and noise around, now." "Okay.(?" Leslie said, a little puzzled by his changes. "Alexander ?I mean: Alex," a boy's voice called out. The couple turned to see a boy, dressed in a black jacket, and jeans, vault over the fairly high fence. "What??" Alex said. "I've been listening to your story," the boy said, walking towards them. Alex, instinctively, put himself between the other guy and Leslie. The stranger stopped several feet away, and casually put his hand in his pocket. "I found it very interesting." "Leslie: Get away! I don't want you hurt!" "But you made it sound ?Is he with some gang!!?" "Go!! I can handle him!" Already in a martial arts stance. "Go, Leslie. You cannot have him: He has been promised to another." "What!??" "Don't believe him!!" Alex told her. "It is true. His mother has already proclaimed it." "LIAR!! My mother's dead!!" "She is alive. And here is the proof." And he tossed something from his pocket. It was a piece of jewelry. Alex let it fall to the ground by his feet. "What is it?" Leslie asked, looking at the silver pendant with what looked like an eye on it. "It is our emblem: It is called the Third Eye." "What does it prove!!? Nothing!!" Alex said, ready to attack. "This talisman was given to me by your mother, the Queen, as her emissary. I am charged with bringing you back to your people." "Queen!?? People!? What's going on here?!?" Leslie said, and looked again at the medallion. "What are you; Some kind of cult nut!!" She reached down to throw it at him. "Take your?" "Leslie, No!!" Alex cried, pulling her up, and away from the thing. "Oh, come, now. It's not going to explode or anything like that," the boy in black said, walking over to it, as Alex backed up with Leslie. "Leslie, go get the police, or someone." He pushed her away, behind him. "A cult!? Is That what Pop's been running from?! Is that All!!? Is that why he's so obsessed with the Moon?!!" "Cult?" the boy picked up the medallion. "We do worship Mother Moon. ' Have been for 4,000 years. This is her device," he said, tossing it to Alex again. This time Alex accepted the challenge, trying to crush it in his fist. "I was suppose to be afraid of You!!?" The boy smirked. "And I thought I would have to fight." "What ?YoW!" he cried out, more from surprise than any real pain. He dropped the thing. "Alex!" Leslie cried. "Something stuck me!" he said, looking at his hand, bleeding a bit from a small puncture. "Don't worry. It is your proof. If you're not one of us, then the serum will have no effect on you." "Us!?!! People!? Who *Are *you?!!" "Amazons." "Amazons!?" Leslie asked, "What do you mean?" Alex screamed, "I feel strange!! I've been poisoned!!" He doubled over. "Damn you," Alex said through gritted teeth, as he looked up at his enemy from a hunched over position. His face was twitching, contorting. "I'll take you with me!" he swore, and flung a fist at the guy. The boy easily stepped aside, letting Alex travel past him, and land in a heap. Alex quaked, and writhed on the ground, struggling to get up. "Alex!!" Leslie ran to him. She put her comforting hands on his spasming body, her heart in her throat. "WHAT have you done to him?!!" She looked with fury on the evil stranger. "Restored a birthright! Alex is now "Of the Law": Alex is, in truth, an Amazon!" "Amazon! Amazon! What do you mean by?" Alex's body was quieting down under her hands; she turned back to him, hoping the worse was over, hoping, somehow, he was able to defeat the poison. He seemed smaller, somehow. And, uh, softer? And his hair!! It had changed color!?? It was now a wavy honey. Alex got off his knees, and got a seat under himself. His face!! What's happened to his face?!!! The boy knelt down on one knee, and bowed, "My Princess." "PrinCESS??!" Leslie blurted. And when she looked at his? "Alex!! You, you've got, Breasts!!!" "What??" he said from his daze. "Your chest!! Your voice!" "Yes," the boy smiled. "Alex is 100% woman." "WHAT!!?" Alex cried, 100% alert. "And, as such, I claim you as my bride!" "B, BRIDE!!?" Leslie cried. "Yes. So said the proclamation. "Whoever should find the missing princess?" "You're Nuts!!!" Alex told him, leaping at him from his seated position, ripping himself out of Leslie's arms. "You want me to play the girl in this sick fantasy of yours!?!" But the boy caught him up in his arms, taking his hands in his, pressing the left down. "It is too late to protest. We are already engaged," he said, moving his lips closer to Alex's. "Alex!" "Ghee-uckh!! Get away from me, you pervo freak!!!" Alex ordered. But, somehow, he was being overpowered by the creep's strength. And just when it looked like he was going to be kissed, Alex ran: And swung off of the guy's arms, twisted his legs up, and, using his back muscles, managed to wrap his thighs around the pervert's neck. He squeezed. Hard! Trying to smother him while he pulled his head away from his. The slimeball pushed him backwards, towards the ground. Alex got his legs loose just in time, as the guy's upper back slammed into the sod; but Alex's butt got wacked and his lower spine jarred. He was still held by the guy. "You're mine, My Princess," he smiled. "Leave him alone!!" Leslie yelled, getting to her feet. "Help!!! Police!!! Fire!! Call 911!!!" Ignoring the pain, he tried to move his legs to the guy's head again. But his torso was held and controlled by the embrace of the friggin' freak! "And I shall make you mine before you see your mother again." "Think again, you stinkin' pervert!!" Alex cried. Disgust giving him power, he whipsawed his legs around and high into the air without hardly touching the ground and, unkinking his back, slammed both knees at the assailant's crotch. "Ahhw!??" "You thought I would go to battle without the minimum of armor?" the guy snickered. He rolled Alex over onto his back. "How like an Amazon to want to be conquer or be conquered," He said, looming over him. "Is that what you call rape!??" Leslie screamed, attacking the evil boy from behind. "Get away, Leslie!!" Alex ordered. "I don't want him to get you!!" "Me!?? It's YOU he's after!!" "ME!!??" Alex shot his feet into the belly of the greatest creep he'd ever met, and threw all his muscles into casting him up. He still held on. But that was alright. For Alex ripped his hand free from that of the perv, and used it to help him the twist the guy around. WHAMPF!! He landed dead center on the guy's diaphram just as he hit the ground with his back. "Ooh?! I felt that through the armor," he said. "All shall know I earned my wife!" "Stop talking like that, you Creep!!!" Alex said, hitting him in the face a couple of times before laying his hands on the creature under him and pausing to take a deep breath while trying to keep from vomiting. "Do all 'Amazons' think like that?!!" Leslie asked, just as disgusted. "What will your 'Queen' say when she finds out how you've 'conquered' her son?!" "And how do you think she won Alex's father?" he said, starting to raise himself. "WHAT??!" gasped Alex, falling off. "What!??" gasped Leslie. "Though, I will admit, it was of a more sporting nature," he said, on his feet now. He saw behind them the approaching crowd from the lit school. "Very well. I will take you while you are a man." He walked over to the fence, and jumped. He paused while on top. "If I am to be the next Queen, I need have a reputation as a valiant warrior." And he was over and gone. " "Queen"?!" Leslie said. "Everything's backwards!!" she cried in frustration, turning to the irate Alex. * * * "There's been a fight" "Leslie??" "Where's the fire?!" "You call 911?" "Yeah. Think they can find us?" the voices of the rushing crowd started to become distinct. "Did I hear rape?" "Oh, no!" That did it: "He's not getting Away with it!!" Alex yelled, sprinting to his feet. "No!!" Leslie tackled him. "You don't understand what happened!!" "I understand what he *tried *to do!!" Alex thrashed under her, stopping short of actually doing anything that'd hurt her. "Don't! Please!! I don't want you hurt," she said, doing her best to pin him down. When did she get so strong? And so Big?! "Look they're fighting again." "One of them's?" "Lang?" "Looks like she can handle this herself." "Is that a girl?" "In those clothes?" "All right, you two, get up," the counselor told them. "Why are you rolling around on the ground in your?" he looked at the way the strange girl was dressed. "Ah, hem. Your best clothes." "It wasn't My idea!! I was attacked!!" "See, I told you it was a girl." "You sure she wants to be a girl?" "Shut up, bozos!" a girl broke in. "Yeah! A girl was attacked." "Shouldn't expect boys to understand." Some of the few girls who'd come with the rescue party moved closer to the new girl. "Lang attacked her?" "Idiots! A guy, a boy, was following us!" Leslie said. "A stalker?" "An ex-boyfriend?" "Who are you, anyway?" "I'm Alex!" "?Alex?uh, STONE! Alex Stone!" Leslie hurriedly told them. "What are you talkin' about?!" Alex asked Leslie. "Did he hurt you, dear?" " ' You going to tell the police?" "My cousin did. ' Only made things worse." "I know of a counseling program." "Self-defense would be better." "Mace'd be even better!" The girls gathered around the new-comer. Alex looked around at all the females starting to surround him. He was confused; they were treating him different than they usually did. And he was in no mood to take it kindly. "Where's Alex?" Summers asked Leslie. "He, uh, went after the guy." "Just like Alex." "Yeah. Stupid guy's going to get himself in real trouble one day." "Will you guys get away from me!?" the new girl yelled. "Well!" "Try and help." "Some people." "That's alright," the counselor stepped in. "She's just had a traumatic experience," he said. "Yeah: That's true." "Hate to be in her shoes." "And being new and all?" Alex was about to bat the counselor's hands away as he was reaching for his shoulders, when Leslie stepped in. " Let me take her home. I know where she lives." "No. I think it best if she stay and you and her give your story to the police. The nurse can check her over." "Her!!? Yeah! You do that! Me: I'm getting out of this nightmare!!" Alex said, hopping to and over the fence. "That's one weird girl." * * * Alex wandered the streets in the general direction of his current place. He still could not bring himself to understand what'd happened. "If the guy'd wanted me dead, I'd be dead. But, man! This stuff does a trip on you!" In the back alleys, he knocked over more than one garbage can, scared more than one cat, and started more than one dog barking. If his clothes had been in bad shape before, they were worse now. He interrupted a middle-aged couple, out in their back yard. "Come on! If he was trying to sneak up on us, he's doing a rotten job of it." "George! We shouldn't be doing this, anyway. I don't know how you can talk me into these things, after what you've done!" "It's because you love me." "And you love half the women you meet!" It was the Langs, Alex realized. "Gag! And she falls for that junk?" Alex said to himself. "Ah, Geez! I hurt in places I never knew I had!" the still angry Alex said, opening the back door. The hand with the key turned on the light. He was dragging the tux coat with one hand, and, with the other, rubbing a spot over his heart. "I need to work out more; I'm getting soft." Dropping the coat, he was walking stiffly, and unevenly, bumping into anything nearby. He tossed the keys on top of the kitchen table, and winced. "Hss! Not only am I bruised, I'm swollen." On the way to the fridge, he noticed at the back of his mind there was something different about the kitchen. But only in the back of his mind, "I thought I was at my peak form, but that guy took me on, and almost beat me?" His hand met the fridge handle at a lower place than he was use to, and he had to pull just a little bit harder to open the door. "Where's the?? ?Who moved the stuff?" he said, finding the bottle of greenish liquid on a higher shelf. "Hmph!" Annoyed, now, as well as angry, he brought the over- sized bottle down, and limped to the table. "I didn't think I got hit in the head? Disoriented." He set the drink on the table, something else that was higher than it was suppose to be. "Well, the power drink will help anything. Yuck!" and he plopped down in a seat, slouching. Something off his chest bounced down against the table top. "Even my clothes feel big," he grumbled, picking up the large bottle, and swigging it back in a deep, practiced gulp?Some of it came back up came back on him, gushing up and over his taste buds! He tried to force it back down, but his throat was too full to let any more down. It had only one place to go: "Ghee-yuck!!" Out the mouth. And onto the front of his good clothes; the only good ones he had: Green, half-blended, smelly muck. "Oh, just perfect!! Just what I needed to finish off this evening: I rented this!" he cried, getting a rag from off the over handle. His wiping of his front slowed from hard to dabbing as the strokes were felt by? He heard conversation coming from down the hall from the front door. ("See? ' Fits." "I could come in and wait." "No, no! Thank you. But, uh, I'll be okay." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure.") Pop had brought a woman home?? That wasn't like Pop. In fact, he realized, moving to the hall door, that *wasn't *Pop's voice. ?"Alright, then, I'll call in the morning, then?" "Whatever." "Maybe the police will have caught that assailant." "Yes. But I need to, uh, recover. Good night!" Alex saw a woman in short black hair and a long blue coat closing the door of his house on???!! "Good night, then, dear lady," said the Principal. "Good night!" she said, shutting the door practically in the man's face, and locking it and throwing the dead bolt. " ' Thought I'd never get rid of the pest." "Yes?" Alex said, moving out of the kitchen into the hall, where he could be seen. "This is my house. Is there a reason you're here? What are you doing with a key?" "Alex??" the woman stared at him. "Yes. That's my name." "If I didn't know, I wouldn't've guessed. You would've thought there'd be more of a resemblance." "What??" Alex's senses sharpened; was she trying to distract him, so he could be ambushed like earlier? "Re-semble? Are we related? ?Have we met before?" "Man!" she said, looking him up and down, surveying. "You look even worse than I feared. I had hoped you'd turn out uglier. But look at you, you're beautiful. I'm sorry." "You're talking crazy. You have anything to do with that sicko moon cult?!" he raised a fist, and took a wider stance. "Are you that Queen that pervert creep rattled about?!" "The Queen!!? You, you know about *her *!?" She then looked away from him, "I had actually hoped he was from one of the others." The woman tried to raise her eyes to his, but couldn't. "I had hoped to spare you, Alex. It was for your own good; ' not let you worry about something that didn't *have *to happen: Honest." _She _looked at him at last. "I *was *going to tell you." Then she turned her head away. "Next year, at the latest." Alex's fist lowered; the way she talked it all sounded familiar, somehow. "Are you my mother??" Suddenly the section of the hall ceiling with the slide-down ladder to the attic started coming down, "Are you going to tell Alex, or shall I?" a voice came . "You!!" the woman cried, looking up the stairs. Alex ran down the hall, and was in time to see the guy from before, having leapt, grab the low hand rails midway down, and use them to vault all the steps, and land in front of the woman. "Sicko pervert: Now you break into my house!!" Alex cried, attacking. He tripped over his overlong tattered pant legs. And was caught by the guy. "Easy, Princess. Where's the royal dignity?" he smirked. But the woman'd reached inside her coat, and took something from her shirt pocket. She brought out what looked like a pen light. "Why you dirty--!!" Alex screamed, grabbing the guy by the lapels, and, planting a knee and a foot on the floor, yanked the creep down with him. At first, for a second, the guy had the advantage, out-sizing him; but suddenly, the weight advantage went to Alex. They were both going down fast: Too fast for Alex's reflexes to respond smoothly; and on top of that, his legs _were _*too *long for him to carry out the attack he'd set himself for. He landed heavily on the floor. And the guy fell lightly upon him. And the guy felt, somehow, different; softer, smaller. "Surprise," a red head said in her sexy voice said, before taking advantage of the situation, and stealing a kiss from the confused young man's lips. "Alex! Hold onto her!! His pop ordered. "What??" was all Alex could do, one surprise added onto another. "Later, Princess," the redhead smiled, before bounding off of him and onto her feet, and on down the hall and the door at the end. "Why'd you let her get away!?" Pop scolded Alex. "Gerr! "Her" who?!!" a very masculine feeling Alex threw up his fist, raising off the floor with the other. "Hunh??" Alex blinked. Pop was struggling to get out of the woman's coat, tearing the seems as he did so. Where *was *the woman?? "Did she run off with the Creep?!" "I hate throw-together disguises!" Pop exclaimed, finally doing a pump-flex, and busting the seems of the coat. Alex sat all the way up, holding his head. "That poison must really be doin' a number on my head." "I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, son," Pop said, pulling the rags off of him. His pant legs were rolled up. "What, what kind of sick, twisted people did you get me involved with, Pop?" Alex asked, shaken. "Believe me, son, they found me, even before you were born; I didn't go looking for them!" He pulled down the sleeves of his rented tux. When he talked, it was with an edge of stale bitterness. "They wander all over the world, like they say their ancestors've been doing for thousands of years, poking into other people's genealogies, looking for anyone born with their "Gift". "Gift?" "Yeah." He shuddered for a moment, then steered the conversation away. "An ancestor of ours was suppose to be one of them, either that or we're mutants, or something. It all has to do with "Y" and "X" chromosomes. Anyway, that's why they call themselves "Amazons"." "Amazons! Yes: That's what the Creep was talking about! He said I was one of them." Alex was getting to his feet, now that there was some ground under him. "You know what "Amazons" means, son?" "Uh, female warriors?" "That's only what the world remembers of the name," Pop said on the brink of again, of a remembered nightmare. "Witches, vampires, werewolves: All the legends of magic can be traced to them, or their so- called "Gift"." "Oh, yeah: Right. You had me going for a while there, Pop. Werewolves and vampires, black magic, legends of the Moon, crazy cults! You've got to be kidding! It sounds like a bad X-File." "It's true, Damn it! I was 'initiated': I saw all they allowed me too; More than I wanted to!" "Uh-hunh. Before or after the drugs?" "Listen, Boy! This is serious. They've found us: They've found *you *, "The Resurrector"!" The door bell rang: And Pop nearly jumped out of his skin. And rang again. "You okay in there?! I have a cell phone! I can call 911! Answer me!" "It's Mr. Lang!" Alex said. "Alex! Alex, did you make it back?!" "Leslie!" Alex cried, practically leaping for the door. Pop grabbed him by the arm. "No: It's a trick! It's them!" "You've lost it!" Alex tried to break free from his pop's grasp. "They don't ring door bells!" "Alex, I saw what happened, remember; I'm here to help you!" "I'm coming, Leslie!" Alex called to her, breaking free. "No! Remember what they did to you!!" Pop pleaded, reaching out to take hold of him again. "Alex! You *Are *back to normal!(?" she said, hearing clearly his voice, now. "Of course I am," Alex smiled as he opened the door. Leslie came forward, putting her hands on his chest, but stopping short of hugging him. "It was all some crazy, stupid nightmare, wasn't it?" She was scared. "Er, I guess. The guy was real. But, uh, well, Pop says they're magicians or something." "They're *not *magicians!" Pop told them. "Yeah; they're not that good. They had to drug us." "They did *not *drug you!" "?That was how he was able to get away: The drug made me think my body was different. It messed up my reflexes! I *know *I can beat him, if he didn't cheat!" "Drugs! What have you got my girl involved with, Anderson?!" Mr. Lang demanded from the other parent. "There was *no *drugs!" "Dad! It wasn't his fault!" Leslie said. She finally put her arms around Alex. "He was *attacked *!" "There's *got *to be a reason he was singled out!" Lang said, coming in after stepping around the kids. "Yes, there _is _," Pop said. "He got mixed up with some sick cult when he was young," Alex told them; and Leslie clung harder. "I *told *you: *They *found _me _!" His frustrations were making Pop more animated than he normally was. "Were you some kind of hippie." Mr. Lang accused. "How old do you think I am ? I was in the *_army *_! I *volunteered *!" The cell phone rang. Mr. Lang warily glanced away to the call window, then looked at the man again. He turned the talk button on. "Everything's okay, so far, Honey; but stand by. *Something *odd's going on." He pushed the "Talk" button again . "Oh, Alex, I'm so scared for you," Leslie said, putting her head against his chest. "Don't worry, Leslie," he hesitantly put one hand on her back. "Pop *did *raise me like her _was _a sergeant: Sur-vival training, hand- to-hand combat, tactics and logistics. I can hold my own against * any*body." "Hmph!" Pop scowled and crossed his arms. "Well, I, uh, guess those are useful things to know, son," Mr. Lang said. "But you're not going to be making much money at it, I think. Bodyguarding, maybe, some rich, or some security work with some big outfit." "Dad! This is *not *the time for this!" Leslie turned on him, embarrassed. "Just as long as he knows how to keep himself safe," she said, putting her arm around Alex. "Yes! Yes! Alex will be keeping himself safe!" Pop said, trying to usher them out the door. "Why don't you get safely home? There's nothing more you can do here, er, tonight! Maybe tomorrow." "Why don't you, Leslie," Alex gently pushed her away. "Alex, I, I want to know more about, about the trouble you're in." "So would I," her father said. "Leslie, all I know is that it *is *trouble; and I don't want you near it." "But, Alex, if you luh, luh, care about someone?" As she was fumbling to find the right words? The cell phone rang again. Mr. Lang looked at it. "It's a number I don't know.(?" "Hello? ?Who??Leslie, what are you doing giving my number out to your friends?" he said, handing it to her. "It's that Cher girl." Leslier frowned, taking it. "What do you want, Cher!?" she asked, put off that her big moment with Alex had been interrupted. (And wouldn't you know it would've been by Cher.) "What's that?? You and the others have been looking for Alex!?" she looked at Alex. "Well, uh?" she looked in his eyes, and saw his plea. She understood. There wouldn't be a big moment. "He, he called me. He's okay! But I. I don't know where he is? I'm looking at the house right now? No. I don't know?" she fought back tears. Alex was feeling bad himself as he forced himself to look into the eyes of the one, he now knew, he cared most for in the world. "?Yes, I will. Good-bye, Cher." Leslie thought she'd lose it when she pressed the talk button. She looked at Alex, not daring to speak. He came to her putting his hand on her shoulder. "? I don't know. If I can." She nodded, and turned, half-running out the door. Mr. Lang looked at her departure. "Is it really that serious?" he asked the men. "If I have to, I'll leave." Alex promised. "We've done it before," Mt. Anderson said, looking at the floor. "Well, good luck, I guess," Mr. Lang said. Thinking of nothing else to say, he left, closing the door behind him. Alex eyed his father for a moment, then walked into the living room; where he drew the curtains. He then turned on a floor lamp, its shade directed light towards the ceiling. When he turned around, Pop'd up to the attic, apparently to fix the break in his weird security system. But would garlic, wolfbane, crosses, salt, ropes, etc. really work against these people? Alex did the more common sense thing of checking the doors and electronic security system. And just to be on the safe said, he took out one of the sulfur flares from the umbrella stand. When he got back to the living room, Pop was lowering himself onto the easy chair, overcome with weariness. Alex sat on an arm of the couch, one foot up on the couch, a fisted arm resting on it, holding the flare. "Well?" "Well, now you know." "I know nothing! Don't give me any story about hippie warriors out to conquer the world with magic. Tell me the truth: What have we been running from all these years?!" "They're not interested in conquering the world. They'd just as soon see it destroyed, if they could." "Oh, Now they're out to *destroy *the world!" "No. They'd just prefer to live in their own world." "They have their own world! What are they, aliens?" Pop shrugged. "Maybe. Once. I don't know. All I know is that it has something to do with their DNA; genes. "Chromosomes. The X and Y chromosomes." "X and Y. As in?" "You never were much good in science." "*Whose *fault is that?!" "Mine," Pop hid his face in his hands. "If only I could've faced the truth myself, I could've, maybe, prepared you better." Alex made a face; how pathetic that he felt sorry for the ex-drill sergeant type. "Ah-geez!" "Okay. Y chromosome is..uh, the *m-male *. "X, the female chromosome. They're the ones that tell your body what gender you are." "Alright. I can see where they'd have something to do with Amazons. But what about that other stuff? Witches, vampires, werewolves?" Pop let his hands fall off his head, to hang by the elbows laying on the chair's arms over his lap. "There are male ones, but when you think of witches, you think of *women *." "Right. X chromosomes." "Witches, real witches, can create magic by drawing things from their other world. Their metaphysical world." "Yeah, right. But, okay, say they can. What has any of that have to do with vampires and werewolves?" "That's how they get to that world. You know the legends." "Pop! I'm not in the mood for playing twenty questions! Just tell me what this has to do with *us *!" Pop sighed, deep and sorrowful. He reached under his coat. "You used to wonder why we had no mirrors, until you got use to the idea." He brought out what looked like a lady's compact. He tossed it to Alex. "Open it up." Alex eyed, first, the little box suspiciously, then his pop. "This isn't a booby trap?" "Just open it!" Alex looked back to the box. Slowly, cautiously, he opened the hinged lid. Nothing exploded, or gave him a shock, or sound any alarm, or? There was just some makeup in little compartments. And a dinky little mirror. And a girl looking back at him. Alex looked closer into the mirror, turning his head this way, that way, trying to look around the face. The girl did whatever he did, mocking him. Exasperated, he looked back at Pop. "All right! What's the trick?!!" His father looked away from his son. "Your voice has changed." "Yeah? So?" Then Alex got it. "I do sound different," he blinked. "Do you feel different?" "Yeah? Like I did after that guy attacked me. I, I feel, short. My center of gravity seems lower, around my belly. And I don't feel as strong, except in my thighs. "And I got some stupid things hanging off of my chest!" he went from dazed to annoyed. His father looked up, and, now, stared him straight in the eye. "They're your breasts, son." "My, what??" Seemingly out of nowhere, Pop palmed a mirror, like a magician. He glanced at it. "You can't look in silver, now, without setting off the enzymes," the woman said from Pop's chair. Alex stared back at the woman. Then: "*It's *that drug!!" Alex declared, raising from the couch's arm. "It's got us seeing things! Messing with our being able to fight back!" he was in a fighting stance. The woman rose from the chair, "I'ts *no *illusion!! Come to terms with it, boy! We are now women! We will be every time we see a mirror, or a full moon! The only way to become men again is sunlight: Direct sunlight!" "You're crazy!! Things like that just don't happen! This is just another of that sick cult's mind-messing games!" "Crazy, am I?! Just a drugged hallucination!?" The woman took out a pen light. "So easy to end the dream," she said before shining the light on herself, Pop. Alex was stunned. Pop smiled smugly, and put the little thing away. Alex flared, "Well!!? What about me?!" "Not until you get it through that head of yours you change! _Psychologically _*And *physically! And you're going to *have *to learn to deal with that, now, if you're going to be able to defend yourself." "Defend myself? Against who, the "Amazons"?" he still could not take the idea seriously. "Among others. Fortunately, now that the metamorphosis is activated, you have certain, _abilities _. Unfortunately, the more you use them, the more you risk staying a woman." "This is ridiculous! Give me that thing!" Alex rushed his pop. Pop stood there, until his son was too close to easily change direction in his reckless headlong charge; a feint, and Pop stepped aside. Trying to execute a side spring, he left himself open for Pop to take his arm, and, with one hand, toss him. "Yaaaa!" Alex landed upside down, his back flat against the fireplace brickwork, falling to the the hearth. "AAH-owww!!" "Hey! That hurt, Pop!!" "Don't worry. One of the abilities I was talking about is the ability to heal yourself." "It still hurt!!" Alex yelled, pushing himself up into the air, and up onto his feet. But his body wasn't over them. His back spasmed. He fell backwards, and landed on his butt, feeling the jar all the way in his chests. "Gerr-ow! I thought you said I'd heal!!" "I just didn't say when." "Why you, dirty?" and Alex struggled to move, and move in the direction of his pop, his raw emotions on his face. "You will have to get the 'feel' of your new body before you can use it as effectively as your old," Pop said. "We must start an intensive retraining. I just hope your reflexes will be honed well enough before it is too late." "Too late!? Wake up: It's Already too late!! They found us, Remember!!?" He was stubborn; he limped forward. "Not necessarily. The metaphysical world's addictive. That is the reason I've been against you watching TV, playing video games, using a computer, or even reading comics." "You just don't want me to have any fun!!" "I did it to keep you from getting drawn into their games!" Pop said, tapping a finger on Alex's head; Alex stumbled backwards, to fall. "I raised you out in the wilderness *not *just to hide from them. You were raised to be as uncontaminated by imagination as possible! *You *are the latest "Chosen Heir"!" "Heir to what!!?" This weird cult of theirs?!!" he yelled from the floor. "To their whole damned world?To quote them, "You created the Other World. You have, alone, have the power to renew it, change it, or *destroy *it"!!" "WHAT??! Talk some sense!!" Alex cried, getting on his knees so he could strike the floor with his fist. "Even if I *did *believe I was that important, How could * any*body start a world?!! Why blame *me *!!?" "You never heard of reincarnation?!" "What?Now you're saying I was somebody else!? Who?!!" And he rose to the full height of his small body. "This girl, I suppose!!" "_NO _: "The choice must be made by someone never born before, neither female, nor male. From the first life, can only the first born come"." "Oh, yeah: Right? Listen, Pop, you should write your stories down. But don't expect them to sell," Alex said, turning his back to him as he walked away towards the back door. "It's too complicated." "Alex, come back here!!" "No. Right now, I'd rather face that pervert jerk than you. I got to go for a walk; something's got to make sense. Imagine wasting my life because of that crap?" "You *_will *_listen!! This is too damned important! I won't have you?" His pop reached out to grab him by the shoulder. But Alex raised the compact. Pop became a woman. Alex, then, in that confusion his surprised pop had to go through in switching from one set of reflexes to another, grabbed the hand near his shoulder, and tossed him. On Pop's flight, Alex saw, and was able to snatch the pen light. Crash! Swish!?Plop-dop! "HA! I'm not the only one who needs to retrain." And he turned the little light on himself. Pocketing the light, he told the woman who'd slid on the dining tablecloth, and was now sitting upside down on a dining room chair, "I'm going out, now." He looked over his shoulder on his way to the front door, "I *might *be home. Keep a light on for me: Ciao!" "Alex!! No!!" the woman called, tipping herself over onto the floor in her haste. "Everything I told you is the truth!! They'll do * any*thing to get you to choose sides!! You've Got to listen!!" But Alex ignored the pleas. He opened the door?FLASH! "WHAT, wha, wha??!" the momentarily blinded boy cried, hearing a girl laugh as she ran off. "No!!" his pop cried, running up behind him. "It's too late! They've taken your picture!!" "My?picture??" "We're all doomed?" The End (Addenda) . Because of the special genetics of the Amazons, they not only change genders, they can *also *change genus. That is: They can become _Animals _. And vampires. [Yes, it is complicated, but everything fits together, and makes sense. Once you know the secrets.] . And because humans are able, now, to identify them genetically, they will have to do something about us. . As for Alex, his switching back and forth, will be giving him testosterone charges. And estrogen. That is, he is in danger of having _both _a super-male, and a super-female personality. And having never been _either _in a previous life, there is no way to know which the _"Heir" _will choose. He could even 'choose' to be an animal. Which animal? That's a story in itself. . 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