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A Brother's Love

Chapter 3

In all my life, I've never felt more happy. Jamie and me are almost literally joined at the hip. We hang out together all the time and people notice. When we walk down the street or go into a store people usually stare at us. See, we're not shy about our sexuality in any way, shape or form. We always hang on each other and play with each other in public. Once a preacher stopped us and told us that there's a special place in hell for men who, as he put it, laid with other men. I just said in reply , "Oh! do they have video games?." He just sighed at us and walked away. I got a giggle from Jamie at that comment.

Its been over 3 years since mine and Jamie's first time together. Today, I'm 19 and have my license. My hairs blonde, spiky, and my voice has deepened some. Jamie however, has filled out fully. More than I thought he would for 18, actually. His brown hair has grown longer, just below his shoulders. He won't cut it, much to mom and dad's chagrin. Ever since our first time together, he's been determined to stay fit. Not to the extent of him turning into a fitness freak, but enough to where he keeps himself healthy. He's become more muscular that me, yet always loves to play the submissive role when we have sex. Not that I'm complaining. We have been brushing up on our self defense and what to do in a crisis sort of thing and I have to tell you, thank god were not in the military. Too many would die. We're also good with weapons too.

It's Jamie's Mom's birthday at the end of the week and we've been trying to come up with an idea for a present. Even at 38 she's still retained her form. The only thing is she is graying in one place. She is a beautiful fox with red hair.

"Marty!"

Dad shouted from downstairs. That could mean one of two things: I'm in trouble, or I'm needed to do something.

"MARTY DRAKE!"

"I'm coming dad!" I shouted back.

Jamie rolled over and kissed me on the nose and nudged me out of bed.

"You better go see what Dad wants, Brother."

I turned and kissed him properly before getting up and pulling my pants back on.

I didn't bother with a shirt, since I really didn't give a fuck about how I looked at 2 in the afternoon.

"Marty, do you want to explain why you have another ticket for speeding?!" Dad asked with anger.

"I'm sorry dad! Davis keeps cornering me an egging me on no matter where I go! Next time, I'm just gonna run his punk ass over!" I shouted back.

In case your not up to speed, Davis Carter is a real dickhead of a ferret who preys on weak kids in High School. I used to run with him when I was younger, and more stupid. When I left his gang, I was still an ass but Jamie made me better.

"That little prick still giving you problems? Why don't you ever call the cops on him?" Dad asked.

I opened the fridge and pulled a can of soda out and said, "because if I do, that tells him I can't handle his bullshit. That tells him I'm weak, and If I do that, he'll pick on me and Jamie forever!"

I stomped back upstairs and went to my room. When I got there, Jamie was fast asleep. I set my soda on the computer desk and laid down next to him.

I picked him up and held him in my arms looking over the scar on his chest, listening to his heart beat. The day he got that scar was one of the scariest days of my life.

It was my 17th birthday, and we were all out to eat for the occasion. Mom and dad had to go to work later that day , so dad gave me his credit card and said "buy whatever you like". Jamie and me intended on going to go see a movie, but we decided not to since it was too packed and to just decided to go to the mall.

"Hey Marty? If I died what would you do?" Jamie asked, catching me off guard.

"What?! What the hell brought this up, babe?" I asked, starstruck.

"I just realized I could be taken from you at any time. When you blew out your candles today, I realized I might die tomorrow. I might die tonight. Life's too random, so I wanna know what you would do."

I honestly didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I would do without him if I lost him. I could do nothing but stare into his green eyes. Damn I loved his eyes.

"I...I" I stammered.

He looked at me and said again, "what would you do?"

"I honestly don't know what I would do. My life changed your lips first met mine, and Christa has been a wonderful mother to me, as my father has been a wonderful father to you."

I pulled him into my arms and placed my left hand on his cheek.

"Jamie, all I could ever hope for, I already have. I have the perfect family. And the perfect boyfriend. You."

Oh, that got tears out of him. He jumped onto me and wouldn't let go, so I carried him on my back for awhile, just for fun. We passed a couple of stores where we stopped and had some fun. The first was a small ladies clothing shop. Jamie saw a skirt he just HAD to try on. It was white with blue frills around the edge. He grabbed it out of the window and told the clerk he was gonna borrow a changing room. He slipped inside the room before the poor elderly clerk lady could say "these Clothes are for ladies only!". I tried to keep myself from laughing so hard.

About ten minutes passed before he finally said, "I'm ready baby!" He stepped through the curtains and the skirt fit him perfectly. The cloth that made up the skirt shaped to his cute butt and lifted it, making it look more like a girls. He turned to me and licked his lips and said "what do you think stud?"

I spun him so he faced the mirror and I placed my hands on his hips and nibbled on his neck as I replied "It's gonna look great at the club tomorrow."

His eyes widened and he said "oh you didn't!"

I smiled and said, "Oh yes I did!"

He got a little mad and said, "You bastard! Its your birthday, don't you dare spend your money on me!"

I laughed at his vain attempt to scare me and said, "Sorry Baby! Its my money and I'll spend it how I like!"

"OOOHHH! You piss me off sometimes."

"I know Jamie. But that's why you love me!"

He looked up at me and smiled. We've only fought once in our time together. And that was over a piece of pizza, which we ended up throwing away and having some great make-up sex.

He changed into his tight, torn in various places, bleached pair of jeans. The lady clerk just said have a nice day and handed Jamie his skirt. On our way out, I heard her say 'I'm too old for this shit'.

"So brother," Jamie asked, "how wild is next weeks party gonna be?"

"Well I asked the club owner if it would be all right if we made it a totally nude party. He said it would be against health regulations."

"Awww! Not cool."

"Now now! Let me finish kiddo. He said it would be against health regulations, yes, but he also said he would be willing to see what he could do for a favor."

"And what kind of favor is that, may I ask?" He asked with a devilish smile.

It all happened so fast. The gunshots, the screaming, getting knocked unconscious. When I woke up, there was smoke pouring from the music shop opposite from me. I tried to get to my feet, only to double over in pain. I looked down to my stomach and saw I had a huge cut across my chest. Even worse, Jamie was missing. I tore off my white shirt and tried to make a makeshift bandage, but I kept screwing it up. Lucky for me there was a drug store behind me, so I thought I would try and clean my wound, then go look for Jamie. I found some pain killers and some medical tape first, then I found gauze and alcohol. I also found some new product that can heal your burns and scratches in a few hours. They called it "AfterGlow" which I thought was cute.

I found a quiet corner and started to treat myself.

1st, I applied the alcohol ad sterilized the wound. Made me yell "fuck me".

2nd, I dabbed the infected sections of the wound and doused the wound with alcohol again. Yet another loud *fuck.*

I applied the AfterGlow to the wound, giving it a smooth coat. Then I unrolled the bandage and wrapped it around my chest and over my shoulders I injected the painkillers into my ass cheeks, since dad's medical books say that an ass cheek has many Blood veins and is perfect for medicine dispersal.

The effects were quick acting. I found a combat knife on a dead body, I silently said rest in piece and undid his knife and holster and attached it to mine. found evidence of Jamie being dragged across the floor. I must have been unconscious for at least 2 hrs an 30 minutes. I followed the trail past a Doctor Who Store, where I got Jamie's autograph photo of David Tennant. The trail stopped at a P. F. Chang's restaurant. Jamie never like their food. But then again neither did I! The first clue I found was a piece of Jamie's jeans. Smart little fox that he was, he cut off a piece of his clothes and pointed it toward the main wal mart at the southern end of store. I looked up toward the place where the screaming was coming from. The painkillers kicked in and I said to myself:

I'm Coming Jamie. Allons Y!

When I got there, I could tell the terrorists were gathering up hostages. One was setting up a video feed, my guess was for demands from the outside. I could easily slip in and out of cover since they cut the power to most areas. There were only about 10 hostages, though I couldn't see Jamie. I snuck up behind a candy machine, not 10 feet from the video feed guy. I peeked around the corner and scanned the hostages a little closer. There was a wolf father and mother with their two pups, a Gothic lizard girl, a chubby pig boy, a clean, white collar ferret woman, her boyfriend, and a old grizzled bear man. No sign of Jamie, that is until I looked into the Wal-Mart itself.

His arms were tied and his footpaws were chained together. His muzzle was taped shut. He couldn't run even if I did know a way out. The main boss identified himself when he walked over to Jamie and ripped the tape of him, which made Jamie yelp. Oh the fucker was so gonna pay for that later!

"What is your name, young one?" The leader asked.

Jamie just stared at him with anger and fury in his eyes. The leader slapped Jamie hard across his face. I winced and forced myself to resist running out and whooping the shit out of their leader.

"I will ask you again. What is your name?" The Leader asked again.

"J-Jamie." Jamie replied.

"Hello Jamie. My name is General Sixclaw. They call me that because of my left hand having sixclaws. Now I understand you are scared and that you want to go home, but I can't allow you to do so until my demands are met by your governments military. They have wronged my country and I intend to force them to right those wrongs. Can you guess which country I am from?"

Jamie just looked into The Leader's eyes and said "Russia."

"Very good Jamie. How did you guess?"

Jamie replied with a cold voice, "My brother's coming to kill you. And when he finds you, I hope you die slowly."

The Leader punched Jamie hard in the stomach, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Your brother is dead. We made sure there were no survivors. But you can survive in his name, if you do as I say." The leader said with a laugh.

Jamie just looked up at the leader and smiled.

Leader turned, walked down the ramp and asked if the video feed was up and running yet.

"Ashka, how are we doing?" Leader asked.

"About 3 more minutes and we'll have tapped into every video feed in America." Ashka replied.

"Get it done." Leader said.

According to what I heard they were a separatist faction against the American government, and they were based out of Russia. Lovely. It took me a bit but I memorized their patrol patterns. Then the leader pulled Jamie in front of the camera and untied him.

"You will read this or we kill the wolf family" Leader said.

Jamie panicked and said "Alright! Alright I'll do it just don't hurt them!"

Ashka gave a thumbs up and Leader said "now!"

Jamie's words were:

This goes out to the filthy American Government

That has plagued this planet and all of her countries

For far too long. We are the remnants of Spetsnaz

And KGB forces of Russia. Our country has fallen

From grace because of your country's inability to

Stay away from business that is not yours. We,

Like many others around the planet, wish for the American

Snake to be exterminated. We have taken control of a mall

Outlet and have killed many, and have taken many more as hostages.

Our country has no idea we exist, however we have

chosen now to reveal ourselves now, when America is

At its weakest. Our demands our as follows:

America Loses its seat at the United Nations.

America turns its governmental powers over to our President in Russia.

America Becomes the newly established U.S.S.R.

America Releases Russian born Criminals and bring them here to our location.

We also have one demand for our country:

The Current President is to be removed from power and our chosen individual will take his place and rule as it should be ruled.

If our demands are not met, know that we have

the capability to destroy Washington D. C. in its

entirety. Our operatives have taken the liberty of

Acquiring 4 Precision Tactical nuclear weapons.

I know you are watching President Addams. I

Hope you will not mistake our threat for a bluff. Do

Not attempt to save them. Every way in is lined with explosives.

Not only will your officers die, but for every rescue attempt,

a hostage will die. You have 2 days to reply Madame President.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Not only was the love of my life being threatened, but my country was also being threatened. This was huge. Now I know what a day in the life of Jack Bauer of "24" felt like. He shoved Jamie back inside and said something to the thug watching him in Russian. There was no clear way to get into the Wal-Mart that I could see. That didn't mean there weren't any, though. After I made sure the patrolling guard passed, I snuck up and mimicked his footsteps so he wouldn't hear me, then dove into a service door.

There was a dead guard inside the small hallway and he must have been one of last to have been killed; his wound wasn't too old. I saw that he had a few things I could use to my advantage.

Gun, ammo, cuffs, cell phone, i.d. badge which told me some areas needed a scannable i.d. badge to access it. I took everything of his belt and fastened everything to my own. Poor fella died fighting. I closed his glazed-over eyes and said "I'm Sorry" then went on my way.

Down the hall were doors and access ways that led to the other parts of the store. Then I came to an intersection which had a map posted on the wall. I memorized the map no problem then went for the door. I found an exit then I realized I could just go for help. My hand was on the handle when my brain snapped back on; The explosives. If I opened the door, then not only would I die, but they could kill Jamie next. I slowly backed away then I snapped again. The cell phone! I tried dialing mom and dad, but they didn't answer. I tried calling our instructor, since he's and army colonel, still nothing. I called the police and they picked up:

Lawrence County Police dispatch please state the nature of your emergency?

Hello? Oh thank god. Listen I'm inside the Lawrence County Mega Mall and its been taken over by terrorists!

Dispatch: Sir? Where are you? And stay calm.

I'm at the southern service exit at the rear of the wall mart.

Dispatch: well send a car to pick you up.

No! No you cant they've wired all the doors with explosives! I've checked em all!

Dispatch: how many hostiles could you see?

Um lets see, the video guy, the boss, the goon, the patrolmen. That makes about nine of them. And they were speaking Russian if it helps..

Dispatch: thank you son, that does help. Are you armed?

Uh yes, I took a .9mm off of a dead guard with some ammo and cuffs and an id badge along with this cell phone..

Dispatch: how old are you son?

17 sir.

Dispatch: son this may be a little rough but I promise ill get you out. How many hostages?

Um, an old grizzled bear, a Gothic lizard girl, a pig boy, a wolf family of 4, a ferret woman and her boyfriend, and my brother, Jamie.

Dispatch: OK that makes 10 hostages. Good memory. Now has the leader identified himself? Were any names dropped?

The general called himself General Sixclaw, and he called one other Russian faggot Ashka.

Dispatch: OK OK son no need for language.

Language?! I'm in the fucking middle of a terrorist attack and my baby brother and others are gonna be slaughtered so right now I think my fucking language is the last fucking thing that we should fucking worry about!!!!

Dispatch: your right son sorry. What's your name?

My names Marty. Marty Drake.

Dispatch: good to meet you. we've been on the phone with the army and they are Now taking up positions around the building. and since your inside, we've got a birds eye view. Are you in Wally world now?

No I'm at the door in the service exit.

Dispatch: son, there's a possibility you may have to kill someone in there. Do you have weapons training?

Yes. I've trained along with my brother with Col. Harding. He's a friend of my dad's. We also have Close quarters combat training.

Dispatch: damn boy! You should be a soldier.

No thanks.

Dispatch: does the killing part bother you?

If it saves my brother? I'll tear the world apart for him. I'm going in. when the military get situated, let them know they've got an agent on the inside.

Dispatch: ill be here if you need me. I promise.

Thank you.

I draw the 9mm and turn the Wal-Mart door to open it. I peek inside and look around: crafts department. Lovely. I take my last deep breathe and enter the lair of my enemy.

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