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Story title : Gabriel - 1

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Gabriel (MF, rom, mc)
by Jesse Draven (jessedraven@aol.com)

***

A boy that has had a bad history with foster-care finally 
runs into some good luck and finds out there is more to 
him than he first thought.

***

Author's Note: I started this story when I was writing 
under the pen name "Micky Paige", but since RL is such a 
bitch, I just got around to starting to write on it 
again. But I also changed a few things in the first two 
chapters. Like Tayler's name; Now it's Rachel. And 
Gabriel's last name is Brice.

The reason I am re-posting this is because I am not sure 
if I should continue with it and I wanted to know what 
you guys thought about it.

I apologize for the mistakes ahead of time. I tried to 
check most of them . . . But the fuckers are quick!  >:-)

I hope you enjoy this revised re-post. And PLEASE send me 
some feedback telling me what you think. Tell me if you 
think I should continue past chapter two. :-)

Send all comments (or suggestions) to JesseDraven@aol.com

Warmest Regards,
                  Jesse Draven
                               



Gabriel 
By Jesse Draven                                       


*** Chapter One

Gabriel Brice sat in the Department of Human Services 
with a relaxed posture. He idly wiped his jet black bangs 
from his impassive eyes. This was about his seventh visit 
to the DHS in his life. So, this little trip was nothing 
new to the fifteen-year-old. In fact, in his opinion, it 
was getting old pretty damn quick.

Gabriel guessed that he could not blame his last foster-
family for letting him go. He had not spoken a word to 
either of them in over a month. He just didn't feel like 
talking to them. Then there was the small altercation he 
had with their neighbor. The boy had been dumb enough to 
throw a rock at him for fun... The boy that threw the 
rock ended up getting a nice room with three meals a day 
at the county hospital. All Gabriel got was a guilty 
conscience.

Gabriel never said a word, but the neighbors said it was 
self-defense, pure and simple.

Now here he sat, wearing faded jeans with a blue t-shirt 
tucked into them, along with a pair of sneakers. I wonder 
who they'll give me this time. He thought wryly. His last 
foster-family was an elderly couple, but very strict. 
They'll probably give me Hitler's grandson this time. He 
thought with a wry smile. He really didn't care where he 
went anymore. Gabriel had come to the conclusion that all 
life was meant for, was to kill time until death.

His philosophy was that if there was a God, he had either 
pissed him off in some way, or he just simply turned away 
from him. In Gabriel's mind, he had too many years of bad 
experiences to prove this theory wrong.

He had been in seven foster-care homes. But there was 
nothing lucky about that number. Three of them made him 
end up in emergency rooms. And there was a fourth where 
he should have gone, but they didn't bother to take him.

His brown eyes scanned the room for what seemed like the 
millionth time. A small waiting room, really. It was also 
fairly sparse. The room had a sofa, two chairs, and a 
table. That was it, but Gabriel thought that was all 
right, that was all that was really needed.

Gabriel was somewhat early, his so-called ex-foster-
parents had just dropped him off and left. He was pretty 
sure that everything came down to the word 'want'. They 
'wanted' to help him really bad in the beginning, then 
they 'wanted' to get rid of him really bad in the end. Or 
at least that was the way Gabriel thought it was.

Gabriel's keen ears heard footsteps in the other room 
before whomever it was made it anywhere near the large 
oak door that he was looking at. A heavy person, judging 
by the click the shoes make when they hit the floor... 
They don't sound like a woman's. I bet its John. Gabriel 
thought with a smirk as the door opened to reveal the man 
he was just thinking about. His social worker.

John walked into the room with a rakish grin. He was a 
little chubby and was starting to go bald, even at the 
tender age of thirty-six. Gabriel couldn't help but like 
the man... A little anyway.

"Hey Gabriel, how are you doing today?" John asked a 
little too cheerfully for Gabriel's tastes.

Gabriel just shrugged his left shoulder. Even if he did 
like the man, he still didn't like idle chit-chat. 
Gabriel had never found a person he did like enough to 
have a conversation with, at least not in foster-care 
anyway. And besides, John was throwing him into the 
lion's den: Again. But his face still remained completely 
uninterested and impassive.

John was not a stupid man, he knew that Gabriel would not 
talk unless it was to give a required answer. So he asked 
one. "What happened last week, Gabriel?"

"Fate decided that it was time I got hit in the head with 
a rock," Gabriel's voice was low, even and sounded more 
than a little dangerous. For some reason, it always 
seemed to sound that way.

It had always amazed John how this fifteen-year-old kid 
could project such presence. The kid possessed something 
that just made you keep an eye on him and stay just a 
little bit nervous. Sometimes more than a little nervous.

But John hid his nervousness like a master. "Did fate 
also decide that the kid that hit you with the rock get 
bashed by a two-by-four, oh, about nine times?" John 
asked with an expectant look.

Another shrug from Gabriel. He didn't feel the urge to 
tell John that the kid had pulled a knife. Nor did he 
feel the need to justify his actions. Gabriel figured if 
John wanted to, he could look at the police report.

John decided that it was best to change the subject. 
"Gabriel, the woman that is taking you in is a very nice 
lady. She knows your history in foster care... She don't 
care. All she wants to do is help. Can you make more of 
an effort to accept help this time?"

Past history?? That's a joke. What, did you tell her 
about my visits to the hospital? Gabriel thought 
sarcastically. He hated pity more than anything. "What's 
her husband like?" The only reason he asked was because 
he really had a bad history with foster-fathers.

"She's single,"

"Single??"

"Yeah, her and her old man split up about five years 
ago... She also has a kid about your age. Her name is 
Rachel. The woman that is taking you in is called Dawna 
Wilson," John said with a private grin. Ohhh, I think 
he's gonna like Rachel... John thought as he watched 
Gabriel's eyes turn calculative and then cynical. He 
almost knew what Gabriel was going to say before he said 
it.

"A single mother, wanting to take in a foster-brat... 
Gee, John, I wonder if she could possibly need money??" 
Great, that's all I need. His thoughts were then captured 
by John's words.

"Don't take that tone Gabe. No, she isn't after money,"

"And you would no this, how?"

John was feeling a bit smug before he said his next 
words. "Gabriel, she's the heiress to her father's 
fortune. The lady is a multi-millionaire," He replied 
with a smile the size of his home state of Georgia.

Ok, I put my foot in my mouth. Gabriel thought. Yet 
another reason I should keep my mouth shut. Then he gave 
John another shrug with an impassive look. He had never 
met a millionaire, but money also never impressed him 
much either. "When do they arrive?" He asked in the same 
low voice. He was still kicking himself for talking too 
much.

John noticed a sad look pass before the Spanish-brown 
eyes of Gabriel. But he chose not to ask why. Because if 
there was one thing he was certain of, it was: Gabriel 
detested pity. It was far better strategy to try and get 
the thoughts that were running through that overly smart 
brain of his on a different track.

"Dawna will be here within ten minutes. Her daughter 
couldn't make it. She had a Martial Arts class she had to 
attend," John replied, knowing full well that would get 
the boy's attention. John had been aware that Gabriel had 
been self teaching himself Martial Arts for some time.

Martial Arts? That might be interesting. He thought with 
just a little wonder. Then he gave John another shrug. 
"Whatever."

It'll be ok kid, I have a good feeling about this one. 
John wanted to say those words out loud, but he knew that 
Gabriel wouldn't believe it and probably didn't want to 
hear it. "Well, Gabe, I gotta go do some paper work... To 
get everything settled. I'm going to have to say my 
goodbyes now, because when Dawna gets here, I'll still be 
doing paperwork. You just go on with her."

"Right. Later, John," Gabriel said with a twitch of a 
smile. He then watched as John made his way towards the 
door. "Don't get writers cramp," he added before John 
made it out the door. It was a small joke and he didn't 
usually tell them. But he made a little exception when it 
came to John.

John gave a light laugh, then closed the door. When 
Gabriel heard the click of the door, his small smile 
faded. It's time to hurry up and wait Gabriel. His 
thoughts told him.

Gabriel stood up, noting the sign that was beside the 
door. No Smoking. He gave a light chuckle and pulled out 
a pack of Kools and a pack of matches. He then lit him a 
cigarette. Gabriel sat back down, blowing a lung full of 
smoke out as he did so.

'Waiting' was a game Gabriel had gotten very good at 
through his time at foster-care. He looked up at the 
clock every few minutes. He could not help but be curious 
about why a millionaire would want a foster-kid. I guess 
I'll find out later. He thought.

The door opened just as Gabriel dropped the butt in his 
hand to the floor and stepped on it. Gabriel looked up to 
see a woman in a pair of jeans more faded than his were. 
She had on a cream-colored blouse that really brought out 
the color of her eyes.

Her eyes were that of an ocean blue. She had hair that 
was shoulder length and was platinum blonde. Those eyes 
seemed to twinkle as she looked at the cigarette Gabriel 
just put out and then up at the sign. She took on a coy 
look at that moment.

"Now, if that doesn't say 'I don't give a fuck', I don't 
know what does," That little statement actually drew a 
smile out of Gabriel. "My name is Dawna and you must be 
Gabriel," She said with an expectant look.

"And you must be right," He said. She's different, that 
much is a certainty. He thought with just a little 
delight. There was just a certain charisma that she had 
that he genuinely liked.

"Ya ready?" By the look on his face, I'd say I made a 
good impression. Dawna thought.

"Do I have a choice?" He replied with a cock of the head. 
He was examining his new foster-mother.

"You always have a choice. We could sit in this room 
until kingdom-come, but that might piss my daughter off," 
She said with that same charisma. "Should I take a seat?"

Gabriel came to the swift decision that he liked this 
woman. "Nah, we wouldn't want to piss off your daughter, 
now would we?" He said wryly. "Ready when you are,"

"Great, lets hit the road," I don't think he is as much 
of a problem-child as John described him to be. Dawna 
thought.

Dawna started out the door then. Gabriel followed 
obediently. They walked outside and Gabriel got a little 
surprise. He looked at the car they stopped in front of. 
"Fully restored '68 Mustang," he said lightly.

"Yeah, she's my baby, rebuilt her myself," Dawna said 
proudly.

Yeah, she is most certainly different. He thought as he 
opened the door, slipping into the car. When the car's 
owner took her seat behind the wheel he asked "So what 
part of town do you live in?" He had an idea already... 
The rich side.

"I don't. Me and Rachel live out in the boondocks," And 
with that, she started up the engine, which purred like a 
kitten.

"Great."

"What don't you like about town?"

"People," Gabriel stated simply and with a straight face. 
He wasn't lying either.

"Good."

"Why is that 'Good'?" Gabriel asked out of curiosity.

"You and my daughter have something in common," She said 
with a light laugh.

A girl that's into Martial Arts, and doesn't like people. 
She should be... Interesting. He thought. "Whatever," He 
replied, thinking that he already had enough small talk 
for now.

Dawna sensed that he wished to be quiet at that time. 
John had warned her about that. He had told her not to 
push him if he didn't want to talk. She just hoped that 
he got along with her daughter. She picked him because he 
had most of the same interests as Rachel.

And Rachel's interests were a bit different than most 
teenagers, to say the least. Rachel had serious worries 
about her taking in Gabriel... Especially since she had 
the full intention of adopting him. Dawna guessed that 
she could not really blame her daughter for worrying.
She'll like him... I hope. Dawna thought.

*

When she said she lived out in the boondocks, she wasn't 
kidding. Gabriel thought. They had been on a dirt road 
for more than thirty minutes. But to Gabriel's delight, 
Dawna liked to listen to southern rock, and that was his 
favorite kind of music. They listened to ZZ Top almost 
all the way there.

He had developed a taste for this type of music because 
it was sort of like blues and rock n' roll combined. It 
had somewhat of a soothing effect on him and that was not 
a bad side effect. Least she has good tastes. He thought.

It seemed like a maze of trees the whole way there. It 
was when they started down a steep hill when he first saw 
his new home. He saw it because she pointed it out. 
Calling it a house would be like comparing caviar to 
French onion dip. It was a three-story mansion.

It sat on what looked to be twenty acres of well-kept 
lawn and had a driveway that looked to be almost two 
hundred yards of asphalt. It was long and a little 
winding. Gabriel could not help but be a little impressed 
despite himself. This was definitely the best looking 
place he had ever stayed in. After or before foster-care. 
That was for sure.

When they were pulling into the drive way, Dawna looked 
over to gauge Gabriel's reaction on her home. There was a 
slight impressed look, but it was gone in seconds. In its 
wake, it left a glacial mask, leaving all emotion void. 
"Well, we're here. John already sent your stuff from your 
old home to here,"

"That was kind of him," He said, a small, a very small 
smile appeared and disappeared.

"Come on, I'll show ya to your room. I hope you don't 
mind, but I bought a few things and put them in your 
room. Anything you don't like you can throw out of 
course," She said with that coy look she had at the DHS.

"You really didn't have to go through the trouble... But 
thanks," Gabriel said. For some reason, he wanted to try 
to make an effort with this woman. It wasn't just for 
John's sake either. He just thought that he had met a 
genuinely nice woman trying to help him.

"It's no trouble," she said, a slight wink followed the 
words. There was a security pad beside the door. It was 
the door's lock. Gabriel should know, he read more than 
one book on electronics. A Dragon Dodson Security 
System... That cost her a pretty penny. He had studied 
the stats on that system, out of pure boredom, just the 
week before. State of the art...

She hit the enter-button and they both heard the click of 
the door's locks. "Welcome to your new home,"

"Thanks... For everything," There was genuine meaning in 
the words. He didn't think Dawna knew it, but he rarely 
said those words. And with that, he stepped over the 
threshold and into his new life... Hopefully.

"Don't mention it," Dawna said. Her voice was neutral, 
but on the inside she felt elation. From what she had 
read in his file, he had talked more to her than ninety 
percent of his foster-parents. And she was pretty sure 
that he hardly ever said the words 'Thank You'.

Gabriel followed his new foster-mother through the house. 
Their first stop was at a huge kitchen. A kitchen bigger 
than most living rooms he had dwelled in. It was in there 
that she gave him a Mt. Dew from the refrigerator. She 
didn't buy them like most people did though. She bought 
them in 20 ounce bottles instead of cans.

"Now, we go to your new room. You're on the third floor, 
so I hope you like walking," She said, taking a sip out 
of her own bottle. She was going to follow John's advice. 
He had told her to leave him alone after she put him in 
his room, that way he could adjust in his own way.
But just from the few minutes with the boy, she had found 
out a lot of the things that she had been told were 
wrong. Either that or she was the exception to the rule. 
But she really prayed it was she. The thought made her 
feel a little special. But she didn't know if that was 
hoping for too much.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," He stated and started 
to follow the woman once again. Well, this is better than 
what happened at my last place... They just started to 
rattle off rules and what chores I had to do. He thought 
with a small amount of appreciation.

The three stories of stairs were covered in light brown 
carpet. "How many rooms does this place have anyway?" He 
asked as they walked at a slow pace up the steps.

"Eight. When the holidays come we usually have them here. 
That's why I had the place built. It's hell on the 
maintenance, but it's worth it on Christmas, that's for 
sure," She said as they reached the third floor.

"I'll take your word for it," He replied with a quirk of 
the lips. Holidays... When was the last time I had a REAL 
holiday dinner?? The thought saddened him somewhat and he 
pushed it away.

They had passed several closed doors before they came to 
the closed door that was supposed to be his. "Well, this 
is it. I hope it's to your liking. If you need anything, 
I'll be down in the den. Rachel should be here in about 
an hour... You can meet her then,"

"All right, I'll probably be down in a few minutes 
though," He said in a low and even voice.

"Well, I'll see ya then," Dawna said and started back for 
the steps. I hope he likes it. She thought. She had told 
him that she bought him a few things. That was not 
exactly true. She had spent hours shopping for stuff to 
go in that room. But she figured a little lie wouldn't 
hurt. The only thing she wished she could do, would be to 
see his face when he saw just what all she had bought.

Gabriel took in a deep breath and opened the door. He 
walked in and his first thought was, Jesus, it's bigger 
than the living room and kitchen combined in my last 
home.
The room was very large indeed. The first thing he 
noticed in it was the king-sized water bed in the corner. 
Then he noticed a huge book shelf filled with books until 
there was no space left. He walked over to the book 
shelf, noting the two boxes of his old books on the 
floor.

Gabriel walked with tentative steps up to the dozens of 
books that were on the large shelf. They all looked brand 
new. But that was not what surprised him. What surprised 
him was that each shelf went by category. Philosophy was 
the first. The shelf had every author he had every heard 
of on the shelf. Then there was Psychology. Also, every 
author he had ever heard of.

Then there were computer books of all kinds. Manuals on 
UNIX, Linux, DOS and Windows. Then there were manuals on 
Hacking, Cracking, Phreaking and security systems: For 
house and computer. How in the hell did she know? She had 
to have put HOURS into researching me to know I like this 
shit. Gabriel felt more than a little flattered at the 
woman's gesture.

That was when he noticed the desk. The desk was very 
large and stained with light-brown polish. But the desk 
did not interest him as much as what was on it. What was 
on it was a very new looking computer. It had a 21-inch 
color screen monitor. Gabriel liked that. He liked even 
more what he read on the side of the computer. An 1.7gz 
with 128 megs of RAM. I guess I don't have to mess around 
with the computers at Radio Shack anymore. He thought 
with a roll of the eyes.

"I could get used to this," He murmured. I think she put 
a little more effort into filling this room than she let 
on. But why would she go through so much trouble?? He 
thought as he walked over to his bed.

He didn't want to admit it but he was very tired. He 
hadn't really gotten any sleep since that last fight he 
got into. He had to admit that he went a little overboard 
on that fight... Even if the kid did rush him. Gabriel 
guessed that the kid thought he had a good chance of 
winning.
The kid pegged him in the head with a rock and let out a 
scream when he rushed him. But Gabriel was no stranger to 
violence and put the kid on his ass in seconds. Then the 
stupid kid had to pull a knife out.

The people he was staying with were adding onto their 
house. That's where the two-by-four came from. That was 
when Gabriel went overboard. The other people didn't know 
it, but Gabriel knew it, he could have taken him without 
the board. But the neighbors said it was self defense. So 
he got off.

Gabriel kicked off his sneakers and slipped onto the 
waterbed. It felt so good that Gabriel could swear that 
it was sinful. Before Gabriel knew what was happening, he 
was slipping into dream land.

*

He was ten years old again... And hiding under his bed. 
He was supposed to do the dishes, and do them he did. He 
broke an entire stack full of plates. There were at least 
six of them.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!" His foster-
father bellowed out, looking in each room. It was only a 
matter of time before he found him.

"Go away, go away, go away," Gabriel chanted over and 
over again. He knew that his foster-father was drunk and 
liable to do anything. And he knew the chanting would do 
no good.
He knew he was in serious trouble, even though he only 
knew his foster-father for two weeks. He knew this 
because, about a week before, he accidently bumped into a 
table that was holding a vase. That had caused the vase 
to fall and break with a loud shatter.

That little incident had also earned Gabriel the right to 
feel what steel toed boots felt like, after being kicked 
by them repeatedly. He couldn't walk for days after that 
beating. But the promise of more beatings had been made 
if he didn't hold his tongue at the hospital.

He continued the mantra of "Go away,"

Then suddenly, a hand clamped down on his ankle and 
dragged him out from under the bed. When he was out from 
under the bed the first thing he noticed was how the 
light flashed off the knife his foster-father was 
holding. Before he could even put two and two together, 
it happened.

The knife came down with deadly intent and speed.

*

While Gabriel was in the middle of his own personal 
nightmare. His future foster-sister was on her way home. 
She was almost there. Another girl that she went to 
Martial Arts class with was nice enough to be giving her 
a ride home.

And home was a place that she definitely wanted to be. 
Even though she was a little bit edgy about meeting their 
so-called new family member. Even though her mother did 
have a legitimate and very good reason for wanting to 
take him in. I just hope she's right...

"Penny for your thoughts?" Her friend, a brunette with 
light green eyes asked. Janet was her name. "It looked 
like you were worried about something. It's not about 
that walking dick that goes by the name of Tom is it. 
Look, the Instructor saw the whole thing. He grabbed your 
ass. Who cares if your reaction was to break his nose??" 
Janet asked with a laugh, She still thought it was funny.

"Nah, he's not worth a passing thought... And my thoughts 
are not usually worth a penny," Rachel replied, wiping an 
errant strand of sandy-blond bang out of her sea-green 
eyes. It's time for a hair cut. She thought. She had been 
putting it off for a month.

That was all that was said for the rest of the trip. 
Janet, to Rachel's great pleasure, left the small talk 
alone. Her friend knew that she wasn't much for small 
talk anyway. Some people thought she was just being rude, 
but Janet found out that her friend just did not like 
idle chit-chat.

Rachel let her thoughts drift back to the week before. 
She had achieved her black belt status that day. And it 
was also on that day that her mother had told her that 
they were going to add a new member to the family... In 
more ways than one.

He's probably some ugly nerd that wouldn't know The Gift 
if it was handed to him on a silver platter. She thought 
smugly as she watched the passing of the trees. She just 
hoped that her mother was right.

She knew that her mother and she had to please SOMA. And 
on any other thing, she would not have minded. But 
this... This was making Rachel a little nervous. After 
all, she didn't even know the boy. And the thought of... 
She closed the thought out of her mind before it could 
finish.

It was right at dusk when they pulled in front of 
Rachel's home. Janet looked at her friend and was still 
trying to figure out why she had a worried look on her 
face. "Are you sure nothing is..."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll see in two days," Rachel said as 
she opened the door and stepped out.

"All right. You better practice, that tournament isn't 
going to be a cake walk. See ya later kiddo," Janet said 
and started her way back down the long driveway. She 
never heard Rachel say "Don't call me that,"

Rachel walked up to the house with tote-bag in hand. It 
was getting close to dark... She debated on going 
straight to her room to try and delay meeting the boy her 
mother wanted her so desperately to meet. But then again, 
I never was one to take a coward's way out. She thought 
grimly as she typed in the security code.

Rachel walked into the house with her head up, knowing 
that her life would change after this night. She walked 
with confident strides that in no way reflected her 
thoughts. She saw light coming from the dining room.

Ok, they are having dinner. Mom will wait until 
afterwards to have the discussion with him. So I'm ok... 
for now. She thought with a sigh.

But when Rachel made it to the dining room, she was 
surprised to see her mother sitting at the table eating 
alone. She walked with light footsteps to the table. "So, 
where's dream-boy?" She asked with a smirk.

"Rachel Suzan Wilson! Mind your manners," Her mother told 
her in a somewhat scolding tone.

"Sorry,"

"As to where Gabriel is, he fell asleep in his new room. 
I think the poor thing is just tuckered out," Dawna said 
with a slight frown.

"Well, since he's asleep, and here, could I please see 
the file you collected on him? Or do I still have to wait 
and be patient? Ya know that really isn't my strong suit 
Mom," Rachel said lightly, taking a seat beside her 
mother.

"You're really worried about this aren't you," It wasn't 
a question.

"Aw Mom, you know I just hate surprises. Ever since you 
found him, you've been dead set on surprising me with 
him. You won't even tell me what he looks like, and 
you've known that for MONTHS," Rachel said, a little 
exasperated.

"All right, I'll show you his file," Dawna said. "Follow 
me," She added and started for the den.

Rachel got up and followed her mother as asked to the 
den. The den was rather large and had a 50" color screen 
TV against the wall and large leather sectional in front 
of it. There was also a pool table off in the right-hand 
corner.

But Rachel's sea-green eyes were on nothing but the large 
(and quite beautiful) painting of her great, great-
grandmother. But the painting was not what interested 
Rachel either... It was what was behind the painting that 
interested her.

Behind the painting was a safe, and in that safe was 
where her mother kept all of her files. Rachel watched, 
transfixed, as her mother gently took the painting down. 
When it was removed, Rachel saw the greenish-gray safe. 
The combination to that safe was something that Dawna 
would guard with her life, if need be.

Rachel watched as Dawna pulled out a thick manilla 
folder. There had to be at least a hundred or more pages 
in it, judging by its size. "Remember, daughter of mine, 
you must not tell Gabriel that you know anything about 
his past... Or anything about SOMA, until I give you my 
consent,"

"But why not?" She asked as she took the folder from her 
mother.

"Myself and SOMA want to lead him into his role of life 
slowly. Knowing everything may be too much for him," 
Dawna said with a serious expression. But then again, 
Dawna's face was always serious when it came to business.

"All right, you don't have a thing to worry about from 
me. I promise," Rachel said with a curt nod. She could 
not help but be a little excited, she had been wondering 
what this boy would be like for a while, now she would 
know.

Both mother and daughter took a seat on the sectional. 
Rachel immediately opened the folder upon sitting. The 
first page was a picture. A boy with jet-black hair and 
intense, so intense spanish-brown eyes. I guess I was a 
little foolish on assuming he was ugly. She thought 
wryly.

Even though Rachel was an accomplished speed reader, 
known to read entire novels in under fifteen minutes, she 
read over his file slowly. Almost tasting it. Her heart 
almost sunk when she saw his past. All of the times he 
had been in the emergency room, which lead her to a 
question that had been gnawing at her.

"Mom, if he is so much like me, one of the Chosen, why 
would he let those ignorant wretches do these things to 
him?" Feeling a little angry. But not at Gabriel, at 
those that would do him harm. Even in her thoughts the 
name tasted like honey. Gabriel. It was a name she had 
not known before now.

"His true power lays dormant, sweetheart. It is not his 
fault. I guess his parents died before they could tell 
him anything of it," Dawna said calmly. She could 
understand the anger in her daughter's voice. She too 
felt it.

"And you're saying that we can't tell him right away," 
She asked, looking at the picture again, at those intense 
eyes. She knew in her heart, just by looking at those 
eyes, Gabriel could handle the information. "I think he 
has the right to know," she finished quietly.

"You are right, my child... And you must be the one to 
tell him. After you have built a relationship with him. 
You know as well as I: There are few Chosen Ones left in 
the world. You and he are part of the few. You must have 
an heir," She said the last quietly.

"But Mom, what if we hate each other? Or worse, what if 
he hates, me?" The latter question was what scared her 
the most, after reading his past. It wasn't physical harm 
she was worried about, though.

"Skip over a few pages and read what interests him 
Rachel," Dawna said with a quiet smirk. She had 
painstakingly acquired the information on those pages. It 
was not an easy task. But she was a Watcher and that was 
something she was good at. Even the High Council of SOMA 
had said so.

Rachel obediently did as her mother asked. What she found 
surprised her. He likes Martial Arts... Damn! It says 
that he is prone to practice for up to six hours a day! 
She thought excitedly.

She read on to find out other things. Like the fact that 
he read philosophy. He also liked history. And what's 
this? He's fluent in four different languages besides 
English?! She thought, then looked up at her mother with 
twinkling eyes.

"We might as well be twins!" She said with a light laugh. 
Relief coursed through her body.

"I thought you would appreciate that dear," Dawna said, 
relieved that her only-daughter was beginning to show 
signs of excitement.

"How many other Chosen Ones was there, Mom?" Rachel 
asked, curiosity perking.

"You know that you are not privileged to that information 
until you're a member of SOMA, Rachel," Dawna said with a 
stern look.

"Aw Mom, I promise I won't tell a soul," Rachel said with 
a pleading look. One she rarely used.

Dawna's resolve broke when she saw the look. "Besides 
Gabriel, there were three others," She said quietly. "All 
of them were teenagers,"

"Well Mom, I must say, you did an awesome job in choosing 
this one," Rachel replied with an approving nod.

Dawna put on a sheepish grin at the compliment. "It 
really wasn't a tough decision," She understated. She 
wanted her daughter to be happy.

Rachel took on a frown at that moment for some reason.

"What's the matter sweety?" Dawna asked.

"I know SOMA wants me to be the one that starts his basic 
training, and I don't know where to begin. They are gonna 
expect him to be already a little good when they want to 
take him to the Training Center," She said. I really hope 
I can train him how he deserves to be trained... He's had 
such a rough life already. She thought.

"Dear, it was not that long ago that you yourself went 
through the basics. Just teach him the same way I taught 
you. You've been to the training center, you know what 
they will expect," Dawna said simply.

"So, I should start with telekinesis and then work him up 
to mental commands?"

"Exactly. But you should not start the training until he 
gets settled in. He should get to know you better before 
you start," Dawna said, again she was relieved that her 
daughter took great interest in this. And all I had to do 
was show a little file to her... I wonder how she will 
act when she actually meets him? She thought a little 
smugly.

"I must admit, I was a little nervous about this... But I 
think its gonna work out," Rachel said. In all truth, she 
could not wait to meet Gabriel. The excitement she felt 
was odd. It was odd because she was dreading the prospect 
of this whole thing not thirty minutes ago. Now... Now 
she couldn't hardly wait. Odd.

"I'm glad, dear. Just remember, lead him into his 
abilities slowly," Dawna reminded her once again.

Rachel handed back the manilla folder to her mother, 
since she had read everything she needed to. "I will. But 
for now, I think I'm gonna go to the workout room, I need 
to burn off some energy," She replied with a wicked grin. 
Then added "Call me when he wakes up,"

"I'll do just that. You just go practice your Kondo," Her 
mother replied.

"Mom, for the last time, it's Tae Kwon Do!" She said with 
a light chuckle and started for the workout room.

"Whatever. When you get hungry, I have a plate of food in 
the microwave for you," Dawna said lightly.

"All right, I'll see ya in a bit," Rachel said and 
started off for the workout room.

I don't see any reason I should tell her that when two 
teenagers get together, when they are also Chosen Ones, 
sparks tend to fly in the romance department. Nah, I'll 
let her figure that out on her own. Dawna thought 
wickedly and with a laugh.

She then headed back to the kitchen to clean up.

*

It was hours after Dawna and Rachel talked that Gabriel 
woke up. He woke up with a sudden jolt, grabbing blindly 
at the scar under his shirt. His breathing was ragged and 
a sweat had broke out all over his body. His eyes held 
not fear, but strong, strong anger.

He sat up straight in bed, leaning against the headboard, 
trying to calm his heart rate. It was just a stupid 
dream, so calm the fuck down. He thought bitterly. He 
then made his thoughts drift back to the woman that 
brought him here, and where here was. That calmed him 
down immensely for some reason.

He then slid over to the edge of the bed, so that his 
feet were touching the floor, and looked out the window. 
It was fully dark outside. That made him feel guilty, he 
had told Dawna that he would be down in a few minutes, he 
had gone back on his word. He looked at the clock. 
1:30AM. Way to be polite Gabe. He thought sarcastically. 
I hope she isn't mad...

Gabriel knew that going back to sleep was next to 
impossible. He was used to running on three to fours 
hours a night. It surprised the hell out of him that he 
had slept that long. He hadn't done that in years.

He looked down at his body and saw, and felt, that he was 
absolutely drenched in sweat. I guess a shower is in 
order. He thought wryly, slipping out of bed.

His boxes of clothes were still in the middle of the 
floor. First he turned on the light and then he started 
to dig through them. Gabriel found himself a faded pair 
of Levi jeans and a black button up shirt that looked 
well worn, but he knew it was comfortable. He also 
grabbed a pair of underclothes and stood back up.

His eyes swept over the things in his room once more. 
They swept over the sheer size of his room once more and 
he could hardly believe it. Gabriel wasn't the type to 
get his hopes up, but in this case, he couldn't help but 
believe that his luck may have finally changed.

Gabriel just shook his head a little, gave a small sigh 
and started to make his way to the bathroom. When he 
walked into the bathroom, the first thing that caught his 
attention was the large marble spa. He was tempted, very 
tempted to use that instead of the shower. But decided 
against it.

He got fully undressed and out of the corner of his eye 
he caught his reflection in the mirror above the bathroom 
sink. His spanish-brown eyes were so intense... Gabriel 
knew that intenseness was what scared a lot of people 
from approaching him. But that was fine by him.

But his body; He looked at his body closely. Every muscle 
was well defined, countless hours of Kenpo and Tae Kwon 
Do drills had insured this. Not to mention the regular 
exercises, like push ups, sit-ups and squats, etc. But 
the look of curiosity on his face wasn't for how his body 
looked the way it did. It was more for why he made it 
look the way it did.

He hardly ever talked to anyone, and he never talked 
about Martial Arts training. So, bragging couldn't be the 
reason. He never showed off his physique, and he hated 
attention. So, showing off wasn't the reason either. Then 
it hit him. I wanted an edge. He thought. And the thought 
felt totally right.

Gabriel turned on the hot water in the shower first, then 
he slowly turned the cold water knob until the water was 
at the point where it would just make his skin a little 
red but not burn him. For some reason, he always liked 
his showers this way. Even before his parents died.

When he stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit 
him, he thought it felt so good it had to be sinful. Then 
he remembered that he didn't even think of getting soap. 
But there was a small trey in the corner of the shower 
that held a fresh bar of it, as well as a new bottle of 
shampoo. Gabriel had to smile at Dawna's attention to 
detail.

Gabriel must have stayed in that shower for half an hour 
washing away the sweat and memory of the nightmare. When 
he stepped out, he felt like a new person, sort of. He 
dried himself fully with a towel that was on a rack on 
the wall. Then he dressed himself.

He gave himself a once over in the mirror. His hair was 
loose and unkempt and he didn't bother to button his 
shirt. He looked into his own intense eyes and wondered 
once again, why they always looked that way. Gabriel 
shrugged away the question and left the bathroom.

As he walked out, he came to the conclusion that he was 
about to die of thirst, then remembered the well-stocked 
refrigerator that had Mt. Dew in it. His bare feet hardly 
made a sound as padded down the stairs. Gabriel didn't 
know it, but he walked quietly by instinct. 

He really didn't try.

The house was completely dark. But his eyes adjusted well 
enough. When he made it to the bottom of the stairs, 
Gabriel went straight to the kitchen. There was no sound 
in the house, he assumed everyone was asleep.

He opened the refrigerator door, letting its light spill 
into a small part of the kitchen. Gabriel spotted his 
target and grabbed it, shutting the door with his other 
hand. He opened the Mt. Dew and took three huge gulps 
before he took it away from his lips.

When he started back towards the stairs, he spotted 
something that he neglected to see on the way down. A 
light that spilled into the den. He stood still for a 
moment, taking a sip of his soda, then curiosity got the 
better of him. Gabriel began to walk towards the light.

When he was halfway in the den, Gabriel could hear 
someone breathing, breathing rather rapidly at that. He 
found where the light was coming from, it was coming from 
a door that was on the right wall of the den.

Finally he made it to the doorway and what he saw made 
him lean against the frame. It was a girl. A girl with 
short (save the bangs) sandy-blonde hair and the most 
amazing sea-green eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes were 
intense, powerful and, most of all... Beautiful.

What she was wearing also intrigued him. The top half of 
her body was covered only by a black sports bra, so her 
lightly defined muscles were showing quite well. The 
lower part of her body was covered by a Martial Arts gi. 
Which was just as well, since she was doing drills.

So... This must be Rachel. My god, she is a vision. He 
thought with an inward grin. She looked incredible. More 
beautiful than he thought she would be.

Gabriel watched her intently as she went through the 
drill. She would do a high spin-kick, followed by two 
jabs with her right fist and then a left cross. Then 
repeat the whole thing all over again. The speed of the 
kick impressed Gabriel somewhat. He could hear it cut 
through the air.

Gabriel thought it very odd that he was so comfortable in 
this girl's presence. He was hardly ever comfortable with 
any kind of stranger, no matter how beautiful they were. 
It was very odd indeed. He watched as the girl had 
apparently sensed his presence.

Rachel stopped the drill mid kick because she saw 
something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her 
head slowly and set her eyes upon him. Gabriel. Her mind 
whispered. She looked into the same intense spanish-brown 
eyes she had seen in the photo. They were partly covered 
by jet-black bangs.

But looking at the real Gabriel instead of a photo was 
quite different. This Gabriel was bare-foot and his shirt 
was not buttoned at all. Which meant she could see the 
muscle in his chest and abs. The sheer intense presence 
this boy radiated was enough to make her shiver.

Her mind seemed to be drawing a blank on what to say. All 
she could come up with was: "What are you looking at?" 
Then she kicked herself mentally.

Gabriel's mouth opened before he could think. "I was just 
admiring your kicks," That didn't sound right at ALL! His 
mind screamed. "I mean, well... " He just shut his mouth 
for fear of digging himself a deeper hole.

Rachel's sea-green eyes started to twinkle a little. She 
was relieved that the boy was feeling a little like she 
was. "I think I know what you meant. So, you must be 
Gabriel,"

Gabriel gave a nod.

"I'm Rachel. So, what did ya think?" She asked, taking a 
few steps towards him.

"About what?" Gabriel asked. He really wasn't thinking 
straight, he was lost in an ocean of sea-green eyes.

Rachel gave a good-natured laugh. "About my kicks,"

Ok, Gabe, you can do this. Just don't sound like an 
idiot. He thought without humor. "They were a little 
low," He said, trying to keep a straight face. They 
weren't low.

"Low?? They were over my head. Unless you think I can 
grow a few more inches, they aren't gonna get much 
higher," I think I'm being tweaked. She thought, amused.

Gabriel put on a smile that made Rachel's knees a little 
weak. "Maybe you should try jumping," He said, tweaking 
Rachel just a little more.

Rachel walked up to him until she was about five feet 
away. "You mean like this?" She asked and then did a jump 
spin kick. Gabriel felt the wind from it. When Rachel 
landed, she saw a look of approval on Gabriel's face.

"Well... Sorta like that. But I was thinking more of th 
lines this," Gabriel said, and with smooth grace did a 
jumping spin kick of his own. One that went a good two 
feet over Rachel's head. Aww, Gabe, have we resorted to 
showing off? He thought when he landed. He saw the look 
on Rachel's face when he landed and his thoughts added 
Maybe a little.

Rachel wasn't only impressed, she was a little shocked. 
She had never in her life see anyone do a spin kick that 
was that high. She kept her face neutral, though... Even 
if she was excited. She didn't know her eyes betrayed 
her. "Impressive," She said.

Gabriel shrugged his right shoulder. "Just something I 
picked up from around the way," He said. There's no need 
to tell her it took years of training to be able to do 
that, right? Right. He thought.

"Tell me, are there anymore tricks you picked up from 
'around the way'?" She asked in an amused voice. Ohhh, 
this is gonna be fun.

"There may be a few," Gabriel said in a relaxed voice, 
leaning against the door frame again. 

"Why?"

"Well, I have a tournament next week. I could use a good 
sparring partner to help me train," 

I hope he takes the bait. She thought, grinning inwardly.

"And you want me?"

In more ways than one. "Yeah, that's right,"

"I don't know about good, but I guess I could try," 
Gabriel stated modestly. I wonder what she's thinking? He 
thought.

"Somehow... I get the feeling that you're better than 
good," She said, taking a step closer.
Is she flirting with me? He thought. If she is, I know my 
luck DID change since I got here. He thought wildly. He 
only gave her a shrug, though.

"So, what do you say? Are you game?" Please, please, 
PLEASE say yes! Her mind screamed.

"I'm game. What style?" Tch, for shame Gabriel. You 
shouldn't show off. His mind chided, but he took no heed.

I wonder if he's really as good as he thinks he is? 
Rachel thought. "You know more than one?"

Another shrug.

"Do you practice Tae Kwon Do?" 

Gabriel gave her a nod of the head.

"All right, that one... Do you mind if we start now?"
She looked at him hard in the eyes. That was a mistake.
It made her knees feel weak again. I've never felt this
way before. She thought.

"Sure, why not. Do you have any pads?" He asked, but he 
was pretty sure what her answer would be.

"Nope. Pads are for wusses. C'mon, let's get started,"

Gabriel pushed himself off the door frame, a crooked grin 
adorning his face and followed Rachel to the middle of 
the room. In the middle of the room was a large mat. It 
was soft enough that it wouldn't hurt to get thrown down, 
much. There were also two white lines on either side of 
the mat. Gabriel went to one of them and Rachel went to 
the other.

How should I play this? Gabriel thought. If I beat her 
too easily, she might get mad. If I don't go hard enough 
on her, she might get mad. Better just stay at her speed.

"You ready?" Rachel asked, getting into her stance. I 
hope I know what I'm doing... Her thoughts trailed. 
Gabriel gave her a nod, then she flew off the line, doing 
a mid air front kick.

Gabriel read her intention rather easily. He sidestepped 
the kick with smooth quickness, raising his hands a 
little, in a defensive way, but they were kept loose. He 
watched with knowing eyes as she feigned a round-house 
kick to his knee, only to try a real kick at his head, 
without her foot ever touching the ground.

"Nice," He said, after blocking the kick with his 
forearm.

"Yeah? Well, you're gonna love this!" She said.

Gabriel read her well. Rachel did a full force spin kick, 
aiming for the head. Two things went though Gabriel's 
mind in that split second. I can sweep her and watch her 
fall... Or, I can sweep her and fall with her. Gabriel 
chose the latter.

When she was half way through the spin kick, Gabriel 
stepped in so that he was behind her, placed his right 
leg behind the one she had grounded and placed his right 
arm between her legs. Then he simply: Pushed and fell 
with her. They landed so they were both eye to eye.

Spanish-brown eyes met flashing sea-green ones, and once 
again, Gabriel was lost in the ocean. Their faces were 
just mere inches apart. "You're right, I did love that 
one," He whispered.

Then something happened. It felt to Gabriel like a spark 
behind his eyes. Then warmth covered his entire body, but 
only for a second. He could feel it leave, he knew it was 
crazy, but he thought that it went into Rachel.

Rachel was turned on before... But when she looked into 
Gabriel's eyes, she felt something happen. Her entire 
body was flooded with a warmth that was absolutely 
delicious to her. She could feel her pussy lips swell and 
her juices run. Her lower lip quivered with desire.
Gabriel didn't care what happened at that moment, he just 
went on instinct. He closed the gap between them and 
kissed her with passion. His hand roamed over her 
midriff, caressing gently.

Rachel thought she was about to explode. Gabriel's touch 
felt like fire to her. She arched her back against his 
touch, she wanted to feel something stronger than a 
caress. She felt his hands move lower, untying the string 
that held her gi up.

Gabriel broke away from her lips and gently started to 
kiss his way down Rachel's neck. She squirmed beneath his 
touch, mewling in pleasure. When he made it to her 
breasts, he was about to take off the sports bra, but 
that privilege was denied when Rachel did so in one 
violent motion. Now her breasts were laid free for 
Gabriel's gaze.

"Ahhhhhh," Rachel moaned out when she felt one of her 
diamond-hard nipples being sucked on by Gabriel's sweet 
lips.

She moaned even louder when he moved to the other breast, 
arching her back, wanting more contact. But Gabriel left 
her nipples and started his way down her smooth belly, 
planting butterfly kisses that made her muscles contract.

When he made it to the bottom of her belly, so close to 
the burning pussy that needed contact, Rachel thought 
that she was surely going to die of a pleasure overload. 
She lifted her hips and felt Gabriel pull her Martial 
Arts gi down, she knew even greater pleasure was yet to 
come.

Gabriel pulled the gi, and panties, down slowly. He 
kissed his way down for every inch he pulled. But he 
avoided the hot, wet pussy that was mere inches from his 
face. He wanted Rachel to feel pleasure that lasted. He 
kissed the upper inside of her thigh, so close, yet so 
far away.

Rachel's hips were moving now, she needed him to make 
contact, yet he wasn't. When she felt Gabriel kiss all 
the way down her smooth toned legs, removing the gi 
completely, and then start kissing again on the inside of 
her thighs she knew that she would cum soon. Or die 
trying.

"P-P-Pleeeeeeaaaase," She moaned out. Never before had 
she had to ask, but never before had she felt like this.

"What do you want?" Gabriel whispered near her swollen 
pussy lips, making Rachel feel his hot breath.

"Goddammit Gabriel, please make me cum!" She almost 
shouted. The need was becoming too great.

"As you wish," He whispered and darted his tongue inside 
the swollen pussy lips, pushing it in and out. Rachel 
wrapped her strong legs around his head and grabbed a 
handful of jet black hair in her fist.

All at once she felt Gabriel's lips started to suck 
heavily on her swollen clit. Her hips jerked. "Ohhhhhhh 
FUCK. I'm CUMMMMING," She screamed loudly and her whole 
body started to jerk and convulse.

Gabriel could hardly keep his mouth planted on the sweet 
tasting pussy, her hips were jerking so hard. But slowly, 
after almost a full minute, the orgasm started to 
subside. Gabriel kept his mouth where it was until she 
calmed somewhat. Then he kissed his way back up her body 
until they were eye to eye again.

Once again he was lost in an ocean of sea-green eyes, 
only this time they were wanton and lustful. They even 
looked a little wild and untamed. But all the same, 
Gabriel looked lovingly into them. "Your turn," Rachel 
said hoarsely.

Then with quick, but smooth, motions she moved her hands 
to the fasten of Gabriel's jeans. She undid the jeans 
with negligent ease, pulling them, and his underclothes 
down with a jerk. The wild look never left her eyes as 
she straddled him.

She took his cock in her hand gently, never breaking eye 
contact. She could feel it almost pulse in her hand. It 
was bigger than she had expected. But Rachel still took 
wild delight in the feel of it. It was hot.

She rubbed his hardness against the still wet and swollen 
lips of her pussy. She teased Gabriel with the wet slit. 
She could tell that he was close just by the teasing. She 
could tell by the look in his spanish-brown eyes. But he 
wasn't the only one, she was working her self up big 
time: Again.

"Ya ready," She asked in a hoarse voice.

All Gabriel could do was give a nod. It took every ounce 
of will power he had not to move. He watched, transfixed, 
as Rachel stopped rubbing and placed the head of his hard 
cock at her opening. Then she slammed all her weight upon 
it.

"Ohhhhhhh," She moaned out, feeling the hardness fill her 
completely. She could not move right away, the feeling of 
fulfillment was too great.

Gabriel thought he had died and gone to heaven when he 
felt her warm wetness. The exquisite pleasure multiplied 
ten-fold when Rachel began to moved her hips in a slow 
rocking motion. He could see the light sheen of sweat 
that covered her voluptuous chest and this turned him on 
all the more.

"Mmmmm yeah," She moaned and the slow rocking motion 
turned faster. Her breathing was becoming erratic again 
and her pussy felt like it was on fire.

Gabriel could feel her cunt squeeze and milk his cock. He 
knew he wouldn't last much longer. Then all at once 
Rachel started bucking real hard and moaning loud. 
Gabriel was silent though, his jaw muscles clenching and 
unclenching.

"Cummmming," Rachel hissed out. Her body began to quake.

The sudden spasm and clinching sensation around his cock 
was too much to bear, not to mention the fact that 
Rachel's nails were digging into his chest. He felt the 
tightening of his balls and the explosion of his orgasm 
made bright spots appear before his eyes.

Rachel just fell to Gabriel's chest exhausted and 
breathing hard. And I was actually worried about the 
situation. She thought as she looked into the eyes of 
Gabriel, the eyes of her future.

Gabriel put his arms around Rachel gently and had one 
thought: My luck has most certainly turned for the 
better.

Continued in part 2...

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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