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                             Gabriel
                          By Micky Paige
                   (Proud Member of The Wolfpack)




Author's Note:
     I got the inspiration from two other stories that I have had
the pleasure of reading. One being, "CAMP", the other being
"Marcus' Power". But rest assured guys, I certainly will not
steal your ideas. I just wanted to thank you guys for the push to
write this little story.
Please send all comments to MickyPaige@aol.com.



Chapter One



Gabriel Karson 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. 
     
Gabriel guessed that he could not blame his last foster-family
for letting him go. He had not spoken a word to any of them in
over a month. 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. 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 sad 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 Tayler. The woman
that is taking you in is called Dawna Wilson," John said with a
private grin. Ohhh, I think he's gonna like Tayler . . .  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 Tayler 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 Tayler.
     
And Tayler's interests were a bit different than most teenagers,
to say the least. Tayler 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 th 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 itaway.
     
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. Tayler 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 19-inch color screen monitor. Gabriel
liked that. He liked even more what he read on the side of the
computer. An 800Mhz 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 said out loud. I think she put in
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 dreamland.


*****************************************************************
*


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 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," Tayler 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
Tayler'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.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler 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 Tayler'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," Tayler 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 Tayler say
"Don't call me that,"
     
Tayler 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.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler 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.
     
"Tayler 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," Tayler 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," Tayler said, a little exasperated.
     
"All right, I'll show you his file," Dawna said. "Follow me," She
added and started for the den.
    
Tayler 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 Tayler'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 Tayler 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. Tayler watched, transfixed, as her
mother gently took the painting down. When it was removed, Tayler
saw the greenish-gray safe. The combination to that safe was
something that Dawna would guard with her life, if need be.
     
Tayler 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," Tayler 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. Tayler
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 Tayler 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 Tayler," 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.
     
Tayler 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
cursed through her body.
     
"I thought you would appreciate that dear," Dawna said, relieved
that her only-daughter was beginning to show signs ofexcitement.
     
"How many other Chosen Ones was there, Mom?" Tayler asked,
curiosity perking.
     
"You know that you are not privileged to that information until
you're a member of SOMA, Tayler," Dawna said with a stern look.
     
"Aw Mom, I promise I won't tell a soul," Tayler 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," Tayler 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.
     
Tayler 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," Tayler 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.
    
Tayler 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," Tayler 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.


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It was hours after Dawna and Tayler 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.
     
He 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 . . . That must be Tayler. 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.
     
Tayler 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.
     
Tayler'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 Tayler. 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.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler's knees a little weak.
"Maybe you should try jumping," He said, tweaking Tayler just a
little more.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler 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 Tayler's
head. Aww, Gabe, have we resorted to showing off? He thought when
he landed. He saw the look on Tayler's face when he landed and
his thoughts added  Maybe a little.
     
Tayler 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? Tayler
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 Tayler 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 Tayler 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?" Tayler 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. Tayler 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 Tayler.
     
Tayler 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.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler'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 Tayler did
so in one violent motion. Now her breasts were laid free for
Gabriel's gaze.
    
"Ahhhhhh," Tayler moaned out when she felt one of her
diamond-hard nipples be 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, Tayler 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 Tayler to
feel pleasure that lasted. He kissed the upper inside of her
thigh, so close, yet so far away.
    
Tayler'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 Tayler 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 inside the swollen
pussy lips, pushing it in and out. Tayler 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," Tayler 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 Tayler 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 Tayler
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
Tayler 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 Tayler started
bucking real hard and moaning loud. Gabriel was silent though,
his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching.
     
"Cummmming," Tayler 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 Tayler'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.
     
Tayler 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 Tayler gently and had one thought: My
luck has most certainly turned for the better. 


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