My Life & How It Has Changed Me Book 7

Chapter 3-2

Hunting

Part 3

We headed back up the stairs, after spending nearly two hours in solitary, as the makeup artist quickly made sure I could apply the needed enhancements like hair coloring and whatnot. I wouldn't need to wear any latex because everyone was counting on that not having seen the real Shawn that it wouldn't be necessary and like I said people are stupid in what they will really remember me by.

I stopped by my room to put on a clean white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It would be a waste of time to put more than that on, considering I was to clean up my mess and go straight to bed. The first thing I noticed was that my books have arrived and my class schedule or should I say Shawn's books and class schedule. I wouldn't have been surprised if Shawn himself had received the same even though he was in solitary safely hidden away.

The room was bigger than the one I had been in previous that day mostly to accommodate two people and a wheelchair; it and two small desks and a small TV, two full-size beds compared to the twin beds that their students have. It stated that this room was more of an upgrade for students who were made of money that required special care and had special circumstances. It included a large claw foot tub and a shower in the corner with a stool for me if I needed to sit on so I could shower, or a person who needed a wheelchair in a more permanent base, plus a toilet with handicap railing and two-person sink one lower and the other one made for a wheelchair and their nurse or in my case a bodyguard. Nothing too fancy just the basics, I questioned the extra cost or who they had to move out just to accommodate me and Tony.

Yet I knew that Shawn would most likely not stay in this room but one just like it, considering his special circumstances. Needing a full-time bodyguard and was not allowed to shower with the other boys in the dormitory. It would be different when he is using the gym showers after using the physical ones, like the pool and gym. He would only be handicapped until I was no longer here and was told sometime during the weekend.

Depending on how much I was going to need the wheelchair, again it depended on how fast my strength was coming back and it was coming back in leaps and bounds which was good but it created a problem for me because my character Nate Carrion depended on his wheelchair to get around. He couldn't make a quick recovery in days but in months only.

Tony had met with his team the ones he had chosen to come with Shawn so they could set up surveillance and take care of the heavy stuff. But most of it they had to wait until the staff and students had turned in for the night or gone home. With the understanding that staff too had their own dormitory or housing just for them, for those who needed a place to stay. Again it was Tony's team to take care of that so they could determine if they were part of the occult.

I had my own problems to deal with being a bad boy as I played the angry student. Jeff had long since left me to do whatever but left the link open so I could communicate with him if I needed to, but for now, I cringed seeing the mess I had created. The one thing I had going for me was like all bathrooms they had several floor drains and the water had been turned off and the toilets had long shut themselves off but remained full and plugged.

It didn't bother me too much to unplug them because it wasn't anything I haven't done before, besides I had made damn sure that there wasn't any human waste in any of them before I had made the mess; knowing I would be the one to clean it up, also I didn't write on the walls that weren't the tile. Knowing the only way black magic marker was going to come off was lots of scrubbing and a paint job instead of a quick wipe with a green scratch pad and some soap. Tony helped after he had sent his team to the various locations to set up surveillance, including the old storeroom which had been turned into a satanic church.

I have had several visitors come into the bathroom to introduce themselves just as I had planned, allowing me to place them into the categories: Bad, Good, needed to be watched, and occult members. Tony had arranged a search for each of the rooms in the dormitories, using the information we had all gathered to identify who was a member of the occult. The ones found would be detained for questioning and then "fired" from the school as they are removed from the student body. But that wouldn't happen until the students were all in class in the morning.

It was up to Mr. Walens to create a cover story, explaining the reason why their teacher had been dismissed or a staff member. We had decided that the truth was far better than lying to the staff and the students so if they were being pressured to join or thinking about it or were members it would be a warning. Stringham had given several good references to Mr. Walens for a qualified psychologist that he could hire to help with the students who were mixed up in the occult and teachers that would fit the bill as replacements.

Like I said death was always the last resort, the prison was far better, more so for kids like me and Shawn. Considering it was a rarity that a student at this school showed up dead inside their rooms or had come up missing. So it stated it we were looking for a small needle in a haystack, that could be eradicated easily and quickly. Tony and I would be teaching the staff that had been cleared what to look for so when we left they could take the knowledge we had given them and use it to make sure they didn't latch onto them again.

I also added it to the list of things to place on my map once I returned to Heber so we could keep track of how fast it was spreading, but for now, I couldn't do much other than clean up my mess scrubbing the bathroom clean to perfection. Allowing one of the janitorial staff to replace the mirror I had broken and give me a severe tongue-lashing for it and the mess I created. Telling me if I kept this up he and I are going to become close buddies and not in a good way. I didn't apologize, being Shawn it would seem out of character.

So, I said staying in character that he could fuck off allowing Tony to slap my face and haul my ass down to my room. Telling me he was going to turn me over his knee and give me what for; noticing the students standing in the hallway close enough to see me, as they pretended to not to watch me knowing that they were and me being the new bad kid on the block everyone curious. Instead of beating me he closed the door and told me he was very impressed and had removed his belt in front of the passing students before closing the door.

I watched him search inside his bag and pull out two blocks of wood that had been made with leather hand handles on them so he could use them to represent him turning me over his knee and spanking me, which I timed with a practice whimpered scream. Knowing the students were outside my door listening.

Being a boy's dormitory he had me pull down my boxers and so my bare butt could be seen as I pretend I was crying as he opened the door and yelled putting back on his belt with them watching. "Now get ready for bed and hit the books, I will not tolerate any more of your bad behavior. And when I come back you better be working on your homework." He closed the door locking me in, yelling to the boys "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

Jeff popped in and said. "Well, that was quite entertaining kiddo, not bad for a few hours of work."

I linked with him unsure who would be listening outside my door as I prepared myself for some light reading for tomorrow, reaching inside Tony's duffel bag for my glasses. I said. "Yeah to think being bad was easy?" as I watched him sprawl out on my bed letting me know how things were going at home.

It made me feel lonely being here without my family nearby, but like Jeff, I had a job to do and I was the only one that could do it. It would seem odd for an adult to come in and interview kids and staff one by one. And it would have taken months before they got to the ones that were part of the occult. This way a kid like me with the knowledge I had gained over the past few weeks and months and with a special friend I could easily weed out the people we were looking for.

Bedside like I said Jeff likes it when we do the work first and exhaust our resources before he is willing to help. Tony didn't agree to state if he was my ghostly friend he would do all and say all. Jeff stated if he was my ghostly friend that wouldn't be the case. Stating like everyone else he had rules to follow.

The fact that my grades were better than Shawn's didn't sit well for me, I intended to make it a rough transition as part of the payback for me, and my brothers for what he has done to us. By proving he is smarter than he looks. It will be up to him from the moment he takes his place if he going to be the bad boy or a top-notch student. With a little encouragement, he could be … that is if he wanted to come home anytime soon. Knowing I had taken his place once and for all, being so far away that he was helpless to do much or get his revenge. Also, this was his last and only chance to make something of himself and correct his behavior.

It was either that Mom and Dad were going to put him in juvenile hall until he either made a change swiftly or ended up on the streets the moment he turned 18 in three years and 4 months. They could not take a chance of him raping another boy, or let him become a member of the Satanic Church, committing unspeakable crimes. Yet uncertain if had already. One of the main reasons I was here was to make it possible for that not to happen. I could feel the weight on my shoulders as it added another link to the already heavy chain of all the things I was responsible for. Shawn may hate me, but he doesn't understand that I was only doing it for his own good and Mom and Dad really did love him, or this would have never happened to make sure he indeed got a clean slate and the help he needed.

The fact that it was a huge burden on the family as they paid for him to be here said that. Not every parent would pay tuition to one of the top ten schools in the country that dealt with troubled teens like Shawn and Arthur. I can guarantee my parents wouldn't have any even if they did have the money. Yet I wasn't a troubled teen just a teen acting out because at the time I felt nobody wanted me. Now I knew that I was loved and wanted, Shawn and Arthur too would have realized that, but their anger towards me and always trying to get revenge made it so Mom and Dad were always angry with them.

They could have helped them if only they would let them. They could find a psychologist and break down the barriers. They could help them in so many ways, but Shawn was so full of hate, he would take it out on Arthur, forcing him to also to act blaming me and my younger brothers for their problems. True Mom and Dad started letting them get away with it for years with the other foster kids they had brought in over the years. Knowing they were truly bad boys, committing crimes, like stealing, alcohol, and drugs. Then there was their behavior towards people in authority.

I stood out from the other boys because I didn't have the same problem as them. However, there was a single standard applied to all foster kids, which they also ingrained in their own children. The turning point came during my first three months, and while Jeff played a significant role, it was ultimately my actions that made them truly see me, rather than just as one of the boys they had taken in.

And that's where the problems started with Shawn and Arthur. Shawn's and Arthur's jealous rage, as I became a member of the family, not a foster kid where they were nothing more than a mule boy a slave, a meal ticket, and someone they could blame all their troubles on like they had with the other boys and had gotten away with; bad, grades, stealing, lying and bad behavior everything that was expected out of a bad kid.

Tony soon returned and, to our surprise, he managed to hook us up with a six-pack of soda. Additionally, he brought a plate of freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies and a plate of sandwiches, along with several small bags of potato chips. He set them down on his bed and closed the door, asking me how things were going. I responded by placing the pencil down and turning the page, explaining, "It's been exhausting. I was unsure how much of a show I needed to put on and how much I needed to know for each of my classes.

Being Shawn 24/7 is truly draining." As he made himself comfortable and began to undress, I watched him and noticed that he placed a bottle of lotion on my nightstand. It was the kind of lotion that Mom and Dad would use when giving a full body massage. I didn't say anything, instead choosing to go back to my studies. I didn't have a fancy typewriter like some of the other students in their rooms; instead, I had a simple electric typewriter. The choice of having something more advanced was up to the students and their parents, but it was something that had to be earned. I wondered if I should use it, considering that if I were Shawn with three broken fingers, it would be difficult but not impossible.

Dad had made us all take type classes, including Shawn. True he only required us to take two classes before he would buy us our very own typewriter. Shawn had only taken one, not two, whereas I had taken all three. I had long since unwrapped my fingers, more so because I had ruined the gaze after making a mess and cleaning it up. It didn't take me long to type up the assignment knowing that Shawn would likely have to write them, again setting his standards high, something I couldn't allow myself not to do.

I had wrestled with Jeff, and during our conversation, he stated that if Shawn took the time and buckled down, he too would have high standards. As always, he left it up to me to handle the situation. However, it was unclear whether Shawn would turn in his homework, unlike me. Therefore, I decided to do the work as myself, not as Shawn, just in case he had refused. In other words, I didn't want him to make me look stupid, but in doing so, he would only be making himself look foolish, since I was temporarily assuming his identity.

I decided to put my best effort into it because I needed to focus on being the bad disruptive boy in class, like being a class clown. It was so far from my comfort zone, instead of being the good kid, the bookworm with all the answers, the brown nosier. I had been that good kid for so long that I wasn't sure how I could be bad. Therefore, I listed all the things I used to do way back when and what other boys had done to give me inspiration. However, I had to admit that being bad for a kid like me was the hardest thing I had to do. Consequently, I wanted my work not to reflect on how bad I was and going to be.

The books were mine to take with me not knowing if I would need them or not in my new school … if not I could use them as a reference book. Like I do with all my books once I no longer needed them. Tony asked how long I would be as he made his way over to me, placing his hands on my bare shoulders, and rubbing the back of my neck, and kissed me softly, on the top of my head, telling me how proud he was of me and how proud my parents will be when he tells them. Personally, you would think Mom and Dad would ground me for a lifetime for my bad behavior. If I were them I would blister my butt red.

Tony told me for being bad today I had earned a full body massage for all my hard work today was a very odd treat for a bad boy to receive, not love and kindness, but plenty of punishment instead. It would have freaked me out if someone came up behind me naked and started placing their hands on me like Tony was doing, but I knew from the moment I met him that he and I would be getting "acquainted," and very good friends.

I said. "I have at least a couple of hours' worth of work, then I would need to go over the information I had gathered with Jeff regarding the students I had already met … and the ones I still needed to. Using the school yearbooks, plus going over the school building plans; the new and the old ones to find secret rooms."

Tony nodded said. "I'll just prepare our room so nobody can come in during the night or during any time we are here." I nodded watching him slip on a robe that had a Black Panther on the back outlined in gold as the robe itself was black and made of silk stating it was expensive.

He quickly went to work changing the lock on the door with a lock from his bag and added a second one, making it so we were the only ones that had a key to this room or the people on his team. I watched him place a chain and wire that hooked to the door with a magnetic little box that was hooked to the top of the door and the door itself. Laid loose as Tony strung cable wire from the main box that hooked to cameras that he placed around the room and another magnetic strip on the window once done he connected all the wires to the main box and hooked everything up and tested it.

Listening to the loud, cheeping noise, which was annoying, informed us that there was an intruder. However, it did set me at ease, knowing that no one was coming in here without us knowing about it. In addition, we had cameras recording and watching the hallway, our room, and outside our door. We could even hear students yelling for us to be quiet from the other rooms.

Tony had me slide out of my desk so he could remove the cast from my leg due to the fact I had ruined it and the bottom of the cast was in pieces due to the water and the cleaning solutions had eaten away the plaster. He quickly opened his duffel bag and took out a saw that would cut it off me and not cut my leg off and wrapped a towel around it to dampen the high pitch noise. It wasn't anything new that I hadn't gone through because my father had busted my leg and my arm at one time or another. Yet I was very glad to get off me.

It also made it so I could move around the room with ease. Tony teased me if I wanted to keep the smelly and disgusting thing, apologizing because the cast wasn't waterproof, like the one he would give me when we get up earlier to prepare my disguise. Not having medical supplies readily at hand, makes it difficult to do everything at a moment's notice. The things we needed had arrived with his team.

I hated the fact I had to get up three hours earlier so I could shower and put on my disguise, just so I could play Shawn. We had decided instead of ruining another pair of pants I could wear shorts, during my time here, until the real Shawn takes his place and has his cast removed and his sling on Friday I can ease off the sling tomorrow in class, stating that my arm and shoulder were nearly healed and so when Shawn makes his total recovery sometime over the weekend that it wouldn't be such a surprise.

We were considering whether to allow it to happen sooner rather than later, but at the moment, we preferred to wait and see how things unfold, even though recovery from broken fingers can take four to six weeks. It had been almost a week since I shattered Shawn's heart, and I hadn't felt any remorse about it.