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Hi,
Here's the first chapter of my story. I just realized I need to have a
note in the disclaimer to indicate that lyrics from "Eye of The
Hurricane" are properties of Marc Cohn and Atlantic
Records.
Thanks for this... I love the site, and you've been instrumental in
allowing the flourishing of a very fascinating literary genre.
Anne Marie Tobias (aka Genda Bendte)
Tank is full, Switch is on, Night is warm, Cops are are gone,
Rocket bike is all her own, It called a hurricane,
She told me once it's quite a ride,
It's shaped so there's this place inside,
Where if your moving you can hide, Safe within the rain,
She wants to run away, But there's nowhere that she can go,
Nowhere the pain won't come again,
But she can hide, Hide in the pouring rain,
She rides the eye of the hurricane,
Eye of the Hurricane -- Genda Bendte
Chapter 1; Exodus
I shot though the dark, hot Utah dessert night, blazing like a comet. I
flew low, too low to be seen, too slow to make noise, but still fast
enough to see the dazzling ground rushing several hundred feet beneath me
by the light of the full moonlight. I had the air vents wide open and the
hot dessert air blasted my face like an open hearth, I imagined it was
the breath of something large and wild. It was intoxicating. I've always
been amazed that the air in the dessert could still be 103 degrees at 11
PM, but somehow with the big moon shining down, it was exquisite.
Breathless. Beautiful. I imagined it like being in the arms of a fevered
lover. Being a virgin and a romantic I did a lot of imagining. I'd turned
ground conture tracking on, I was a living breathing part of the terrain.
I'd been heading south and west for over an hours. I stopped in Moab
south of Arches National Monument for a quick bite (Hey I'm a growing kid
and I skipped dinner to pack for my trip), but got back in the air as
quick as my bike would take me. Even by moonlight, the arches were mind
numblingly beautiful... other wordly. Somehow it felt right that I flew
over such an aien landscape.
My leaf hopper was a rebuilt 6 year old Hurricane. She'd been crashed and
trashed by some rich kid only hours after he bought her... too much
testosterone, too little brains. So after I rebuilt her she was like
brand new, and if I goosed her she'd break mach then push another .5. Of
course, anything over .75 mach, out here in the badlands would show up on
all kinds of land mikes and satellite turbulence sensing monitors.
Fastest way for a runaway to have their ride end, was to let the sudden
freedom go to their heads, and make them do stupid things. Too bad it
wasn't daytime. I was cutting cross country away from the standard
traffic corridors, over some of the most beautiful real estate in the
world... canyon lands, color country... Utah was a fatastic place to fly,
of course I'm not out sight-seeing. Focus... I have much bigger fish to
fry.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, my bike. I rebuilt her with my own two
hands and about $2,000 credits US. That money was hard won, by sweating
and hustling at hard work and part time jobs. That was a lot of money for
a 16 year old to raise, but I knew that my only shot at having a life was
going to depend on my getting solid transportation. I did a lot of
improvising. I had access to a friend's advanced materials shop, so I
fabricated my own custom parts. My bike had a whole lot of carbon in it
(nearly three times as much as standard street models.) I also
reengineered the electro-static impellers. With new high energy
superconductors, I was able to boost horsepower by 65%. Whisper quiet,
able to push two massive airstreams through directed vents, allowing the
bike to VTOL... without waking up the neighbors dog. I was way proud of
my handywork. Baby would get me where I needed to go.
As I said, a lot of kids get caught five minutes out, I had to be smarter
than that. A lot smarter. Getting caught was not an option. I throttled
up to a smidge under 500 klicks per hour (that's about 300 mph for you
fossils), shortly after leaving Moab, with the increased speed I closed
the vents down to a pleasant trickle of warm air.
I snuck out of the house around 9:45 and flew my bike out of Vernon at
about 160 klicks per hour (100 mph) keeping it slow and quiet, I was
supposed to be in bed already. It's a school night, and I lived in a
Mormon shaped purgatory. Don't get me wrong. I loved my family,
disfuncions and all, but being treated like a 10 year old was driving me
crazy. Being treat like one of my brothers was even worse.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Andi. Well Andy, but my
parents have it all wrong. I think some sick demon is laughing itself
silly out there, dropping me into a fundamentalist Mormon family. I was
just not cut out to be one of these people. As I said, they are good
decent folks, salt of the earth, and I do love them. On the flip side,
they're opinionated. stubborn, not interested the least in facts or even
physical reality, especially in those areas in which they've already made
up their minds. For good or ill, I'm one of those areas. You see, in
their tiny world view, you're a boy or a girl when you're born, and with
that, your entire future is already determined. Any deviation from this
sacred plan, is the work of the devil, and subject to serious religious
consideration.
I'm the second of 7 kids (remember, it's a Mormon family.) There are
suppose to be 5 boys and 2 girls, and the eldest are supposed to watch
out for the youngest. My older sister Samantha, turned out to be a
lesbian, and was told to leave the house in no uncertain terms on her
18th birthday (that was about 6 months ago.) I hated my parents for a
long time for that decision. Both because my sister Rita is one of the
most decent human beings I've ever known, and because we've a lot more in
common than I wanted the rest of family to know (that was and is the
center of my darkest fears and deepest worries.)
I've always been small, delicate even. Having four brothers was major
chore (even the 12 year old was seriously bigger than me.) On the flip
side, that meant that nobody gave me too much guff, or there'd be a land
war, and nobody wanted to see how a brawl against my family would end up.
I was forced to wear my hair almost shaved. Of course all it did was
enhance the perception that I'm obviously different. My head is round and
perfectly smooth, I have no trace of facial hair, a small upturned nose,
large full lips, large doe eyes, and no brow ridge. In fact, my face is
frighteningly like my Sisters and my Mothers. In fact, my entire body is
classically feminine. I have a slender torso, willowy arms and legs, wide
hips and a rather lush rump. Were it not for the slight appendage between
my legs, I'd be enjoying the kitchen with my Mom and Sis. On more than
several occasions, I'd heard a voice(s) at school taunt me with 'How's it
hangin Riana' (an Irish folk-rocker, she's the granddaughter of Sinead
O'Conner, and had followed in her Ganny's footsteps.)
As it is, I'm expected to work like a man, act like a man, look like a
man, and play like a man. Football was a resounding flop. So was a list
of about a half dozen sports my Dad tried to get me involved in. He tried
teaching me boxing and after accidentally knocking me out, decide that my
Brothers needed to make sure that every boy in town knew the cost of
giving me grief. Actually one of my Brothers introduced me to a woman who
taught Jujitsu and Tai Chim I found I was pretty good with the dance-like
movements and joint/leverage techniques.
After the first year I felt that I could at least defend myself in the
worst case situation. Luckily I never had to find out.
I began helping in the kitchen when I was 10, and my Father almost went
ballistic... in fact anytime, I found myself doing things around the
house that Dad labeled 'Wimminz Work', or spending too much time in my
room reading, I got nailed for being too much of a sissy. The one
exception was taking care of my siblings. I was (if I do say so), the
best of babysitters, from the very beginning. In fact I began taking care
of my brothers and sisters for my parents by the time I reached 11.
Samantha and I would alternate taking care of the kids, giving my parents
regular evenings out together (which made them happy), and it allowed me
to really get into loving and taking care of my Brothers and Sister,
which ended up making me both somebody who needed to be obeyed among
them, and somebody who each could trust to talk to about their most
personal issues.
I'd say it began about a year ago. My Sister left home suddenly. My Dad
said that she moved to get settled in California where she was going to
go to college. We all knew there was more (the late night screaming
matches were kind of hard to miss), but we were too scared to ask what it
might be. My Dad had no problem with corporal punishment, and talking
back was just cause to leave my Dad's presence, with a behind shining
bright enough to read by.
Anyway, I got in touch with my Sister and soon had the whole story, and
why she was told to leave, and not come back until she got right with
God, and found herself a proper godly man to marry. It took me months to
stop hating my Dad for his poor behavior (and my Mom for not sticking up
for her when she was right.)
As I said, right after she left it began. I began to notice changes in my
own body. My chest began to swell under the nipples, and the slightest
thing would make my nipples hard. My shape was slowly becoming more
pronounced. soon, the swelling on my chest became almost impossible to
hide wearing my regular T-Shirts, so I began wearing my flannel shirts
all the time as covers. I began to bind my chest to hide what was
happening, while at the same time began finding ways to get out of gym.
I got moodier, and reclusive, hiding more and more from my friends and
family. The binding became a total nightmare, the pain in my chest was
becoming unbearable. Still I made absolutely sure that nobody saw my
chest. I began to wear baggier and baggier clothes. My Dad told me I
looked like a tramp, and that I needed to get something that fit. I told
him that everybody dressed like this and my Brothers god love them all
agreed, and began to dress like me so my Dad wouldn't make such an issue
of it.
About two months after my sixteenth birthday, I was taking a shower. I
always took my shower very early, before anyone else was up, so that I'd
be able to avoid accidental discovery. On this one morning, I'd been out
of the shower for about 10 minutes, I'd brushed my teeth, and was now
looking at the development on my chest... I was both please with the way
I looked, and was terrified at what might happen if anybody saw me. I
didn't know I only had seconds to wait before I found out.
I guess my Mom didn't know I was in the bathroom, as she walked right in,
and I screamed like a horror movie heroine... "Get Out!!!".
She went white. Looking at my face, then my chest, then my face again.
She ran out and I didn't hear her again for over 20 minutes. I ran to my
room and got dressed. After sitting down and catching my breath, then
wondering what was going to happen next... I went downstairs to the
kitchen. Mom was already getting breakfast started, when she plunked
herself down next to me and said, "We need to talk...,"
I said, "I know, but can we wait until after school and can we keep this
between you and me, at least for the moment?"
She said, "It can wait until after school, be home on time, as for
keeping this between us... I don't know what kind of health issues are
involved here and I need to talk to Doc Barns, but I'll leave your name
out at least for the moment, though Doc's a pretty bright guy and I doubt
it'll take him long to figure out who I'm talking about."
I said, "Thanks Mom, see you after school."
That was maybe the longest school day of my life. Life in Vernon, god how
would I describe life in Vernon... it's Utah... it's Mormon... Lot of
cinderblock buildings and big trees. I remember a tourist wearing a T-
Shirt once driving through town that said 'Eat, Drink. and Be Merry...
For Tomorrow You Might Be in Utah!' I didn't consider this a a funny
shirt. During deer season, even the fire hydrants have orange dayglow
vests on. Vernon is just one of those kinds of towns... small deeply
religious, a small town square with the Mormon penchant for placing every
street straight as a string on a grid. Of course you always know where
they're going to put the temple right... it goes without saying. Anyway,
so I ducked out of gym, and trudged home early, feeling like I was going
to a hanging... mine!
I got home. My Mom was surprised to see me so early. She asked, "How come
your out before school's over?"
I told her, "Mom, the last period is gym... think about it..."
She suddenly got an 'AHA' look on her face and told me to sit down as she
went back into the kitchen. She came back into the dining room with a mug
of hot cocoa and a small shot glass full of something amber. She said,
"The cocoa is for you, the shot is for me..."
This was a hint... my Mom was not a drinker.
She asked me, "Are you taking any drugs? How long has this been going
on? Do your brothers know about this? Dear Lord, what is your Father
going to say? How do you feel? Do your sisters know about this? How could
you hide this?... you look perfectly normal now... I still don't believe
what I saw. After we talk, I want to go upstairs and see you again, to be
sure I wasn't just having a nervous breakdown..."
I replied, "No I'm not taking drugs. It's been going on for about 8
months... or all my life depending on how you look at it. The guys don't
know yet. I haven't even thought about the size of the cow Dad will have
when he finds out (I was thinking, sell it and buy a third world
country.) I feel OK, a little tired sometimes, a little moody sometimes,
and my chest is killing me. No, the girls don't know either. And last I'm
wearing loose clothing, and hiding the fact that I'm binding my chest
with an ace bandage... which is why my chest is killing me."
She just stared at me for a while. I said, "Earth to Mom... Are you
there?"
She said, "Don't get smart with me young..." stopping in mid sentence "I
just don't understand. First your sister... now this. How are we ever
going to be able to face the neighbors? Andy, come upstairs with me, I
need to see better what's going on with you."
With that we went upstairs. I was torn between overwhelming shame and
embarrassment, and a need to open up to my mother. We went into her and
Dad's bathroom adjoining their bedroom. She told me, "Strip...
everything... I need to see all of you, so shuck the shorts too."
I did as I was told, and just stood there feeling like a grade F piece of
reject beef as she told me to slowly turn around. She said, "Keep turning
... put your hands down, I've seen you raw before, God knows... Oh, my
Lord... I can't believe this. Andy... that little thing between your legs
says boy, but every other square inch of you is screaming girl."
I began to feel myself breaking down and I yelled "I'm sorry Mom, I
didn't mean for this to happen... I just don't know how to stop it...
please don't hate me..." at which point I broke down completely and fell
to the floor sobbing.
My Mom, sat down beside me and held me tight. She rocked me back and
forth cooing in my ear and finally saying, "It'll be OK dear, it'll be
OK... I know you didn't ask for this, and I don't hate you, I love you,
how could I do anything else. We just need to see what can be done about
this."
Once she had me quieted down she took me to bed, she gave me one of her
flannel gowns and told me to lay down, after which she brought up my hot
cocoa, and said finish your cocoa, and take a nap. We'll talk more about
this later. I felt better after my cry. Got the worst of my fear all
cried out, and felt that there might even be some hope for a decent
outcome.
That was strange because I hadn't thought forward far enough to know what
a decent outcome might even look like, but I figured that as long as I
was still breathing that was a good sign. Soon, I felt drowsy, and fell
asleep. I woke up a few hours later.
The whole family was home now and my Father had just come in. Suddenly I
was scared again... would Mom wait to tell Dad, or tell him immediately
... Oh please god, make her wait a while. True to her nature Mom told him
within minutes of his hanging his coat and hat. Suddenly the house went
quiet, and then a bellow unlike anything I've ever heard before...
"What the hell are you talking about!!! I didn't bring that boy into this
world to have him grow up into some kind of pansy, and if you think I
can't take him right back out of this world, you better think again!!!"
With that I heard his footstep slamming up the stairs. I jumped out of
bed and climbed down behind it, afraid my Dad would make good on his
threat this instant. My door slammed open, and his big meaty hand flipped
the light switch. He towered over me, and the pure anger on his face was
only matched by the confusion in his eyes, the veins standing out on his
forehead, and small beads of sweat already popping out all over his
face.
I began making my peace with God, because I figured I'd be seeing her any
minute now. My Dad rushed across the room in two huge strides, grabbed me
by the arm, his hand wrapping completely around my upper arm and
literally flung me over the bed depositing me in front of him. He got a
full view of the nightie, and his anger doubled. He grabbed it, and tore
it off of me in a single pull. Then he saw my body... as I desperately
tried to cover my breasts.
I could have served dinner on those big round eyes... his mouth just hung
open, flapping like some giant doggy door, trying with all his might to
make words by but only succeeding in like a big mouth bass. I tore the
spread off my bed to cover myself, as he turned around and went out of my
room. My Brothers and Sister crowding around my door getting out of Dad's
way like he was on fire...
After he left they rushed in. I wanted terribly not to cry... it seems
that wanting and having are light years apart as I broke down into big
ragged sobs. They were all quiet, wondering what I had done to get Dad so
mad, then what I'd done to take the gale out of his sails so quickly. I
asked everybody but Jenny to leave. I told them I'd be OK, and that I'd
get dressed and be coming down in just a moment. I asked Jenny if she has
noticed anything out of the ordinary about me over the last few months.
She said that there was a rumor going around that I had stopped going to
Gym. I told her it's not a rumor. She asked "Why?" and also said she
noticed that I had changed my style of clothes, and wondered why I was
dressing like a skater, while having no appearent interest in skating. I
pulled down the bed spread and she gasped.
"Oh My GAWD! is this why Dad got so upset!"
I answered, "Yeah, and I don't know what's going to happen next." I told
her, "Jen, I'm going to need your help. If this continues, I can't keep
living as one of the guys and I don't know enough about girls yet to even
begin to fit in, know what I mean."
She just sat there with a pained look on her face. Finally she said,
"I'll help you any way I can Andy, I just don't know what you're going to
need yet."
With that I got dressed and we went down stairs. The boys were all
sitting quietly try not to make any noise (setting my Dad off when he was
upset was typically a suicidal act and we didn't know how many children
he had before us, but the one's that were here first had been good enough
to inform the one's that followed how to avoid terrible and certain
death.)
I walked over to my Dad. I asked him point blank..., "Daddy, are you OK?"
He just put his head in his head in his hands and began to shake his
head. I hugged him, he jerked slightly, then stopped. I whispered to him
"I'm sorry for all this, and we'll get through it... I promise."
He nodded, and reached around and hugged me back. There was a silent sigh
of relief that moved through the entire room. My Mom yelled out, dinners
ready.
My Dad got up saying, "Hon, I'm not hungry, I think I'm going upstairs."
My Mom, said, "OK hon, I'll save some for you anyway in case you get
hungry later, you just lay down for a while, and I'll be up soon." With
that, he headed up the stair. I don't think I've ever seen my Dad with a
more beaten look on his face, for that matter on his entire body.
I went to the dinner table and sat next to Mom. Dinner was a somber
affair and after we did our chores, we all adjourned to our separate
rooms. I cleaned up, did my homework, and got ready for bed. Well this
was the day I'd been dreading, and I was still among the living. It
could've gone smoother, but all things considered, I was surprised that
it didn't turn out much worse. There was hope for the future, and I
hadn't risk having hope for a while, so by all measures I was
surprisingly happy. Time would tell what my future held, but at least I
had a future.
Thinking back to that night makes me sad. I had dreamed that night of
walking down the aisle, wearing a wedding dress. I was the envy of every
woman, the secret desire of every man. I got to the alter and the groom
came up beside me. He was so handsome my heart ached. He was young and I
loved him so, and suddenly some part of me noticed he had my Dad's face.
I woke up screaming, then crying. How could anything so beautiful be so
painful. It haunted me for days.
I'm banking slightly west now as I follow the top projection on my GPS
display over the rugged terrain. I'll make the Grand Canyon in a couple
hours. I'll camp out on the east end. No tourists, and out of sight. Then
I head west deep down in the canyon, avoiding air patrol, and anybody
looking for me. I'm guessing they post a watch on the I-15 flight
corridor, near Vegas. Maybe another one heading towards Denver just to be
safe along the I-70 corridor.
Flying down the middle of the Grand Canyon, would bother the Park Rangers
if they caught me, but keeping it low, slow, and quiet, should insure
that I end up in Boulder, Nevada, behind the checkpoints, and then I
could take the I-15 flyway into California with impunity.
I need to keep my wits about me, stay in the present, plan my next moves.
I also need to monitor the secured comm lines for information on my
search. So far, I'm guessing I haven't yet been discovered. If I'm
lucky... they won't figure I'm missing until dinner time. I can call them
anonymously then, I'll be where I need to go, and I can let them know I'm
safe. I put the starlight goggles on. Once I approach the canyon, I'll be
able to find a safe place to crash for the night. I need to call Samantha
at daybreak. Why did the world have to be so messed up? Would I ever find
happiness?
End Chapter 1
Coming Up, Chapter 2; Fox Hunt
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