Prompt 8 of 31

The Writer's Book of Matches pg. 47 "As two teenagers sit on the front porch of a house, a car with tinted windows pulls up. The doors open, and two men in black suite get out and start walking toward them."

Start time: 10:52

Jeremy threw tiny pebbles at Foster's window. His head darted back and forth to make sure no one noticed his efforts at this ungodly hour. They had planned to meet secretly in the meadow on the other side of town but Foster failed to show. Jeremy was certain that he wouldn't have done it on his own. Something had stopped him. He was taking a giant risk coming but he had some resolution.

A white blur moved in the darkened bedroom and grew larger through the window. It opened slowly and without a sound.

Foster looked through the small opening. He pointed a finger to the front.

"The porch," he whispered.

Jeremy ran around the side of the house eagerly. Hew didn't stop his wariness of his surroundings. Anyone could be watching.

He reached the steps and stopped. The wood was faded and old. He feared that if he walked upon them that it would make a sound so he waited. His heart raced in his chest. His mouth went dry and his head swirled with worry and panic.

Foster slowly opened the door and snuck outside. He took the steps of the porch like a cat, soundless. He lifted his arm to Jeremy who took it without thinking. Foster led him up the steps and to the far corner. When they reached the beam holding up the porch Foster threw Jeremy against it and the two kissed.

Even though he didn't want their moment to end Jeremy had to know. He had to.

He pushed him away gently, his hands sprawled on his chest; but he got one more kiss in before he spoke.

"Where were you."

Foster's overjoyed expression fell away. Replacing it was regret.

"I tried to tell my father that I had to work late with inventory. But he insisted that the mandated curfew negated that and my boss was being a tyrant."

Jeremy's brow furrowed. "He'd risk you losing your job?"

"He said the likelihood of that happening was one in a million. The curfew is iron clad." Foster suddenly became aware they were in the open. He looked around nervously.

Jeremy hated seeing the pain on his face. He leaned in and kissed him. In that moment only the two of them existed. The world around them fell away and it was bliss.

"Let's leave tonight," Jeremy said slightly above a whisper.

Foster put his fingers to Jeremy's lips and looked around.

"I don't think I should," he said, "At least not tonight. It's nearly dawn. We would most surely get caught."

"Not if we run."

Foster pondered for a moment, chewing his bottom lip.

"We can just say we are brothers. No one will know."

Foster looked back at the house.

"What if they put out an alert?"

Jeremy followed his line of sight.

He hoped that wouldn't happen but in all likelihood Foster's father would notify the authorities.

"I don't care," Jeremy said, "I have to be with you. We can make it on our own."

The two looked into the other's eyes.

A smile spread across Foster's face.

"Let's go."

Foster lead them down the steps and when they reached the bottom they kissed. With their foreheads pressed together Jeremy said: "We can do anything."

The black sedan with tinted windows roared up the road and screeched to a halt before the house. The boys instinctively parted but it was too late. They knew that the driver's had seen.

"Go, Foster, run."

Jeremy shoved on his lover's chest but he stood there frozen. Horror was etched on his face.

"Run!" He screamed.

The doors flew open and four men got out of the car, their weapons drawn.

"Get on the floor sodomites," said one.

Jeremy complied without a fight.

The men wore white plastic masks over their face, concealing their identities. Large red crosses were sewn on the right chest of their long black pea coats, tightly buttoned against their bodies. And their feet were encased in thick, shiny, black leather boots with spikes on the toe, and cleats on the bottom.

Foster decided then to run. He made it halfway around the porch until two of the men broke off and bounded after him with haste.

Jeremy realized that it was true. The selice were in fact genetically advanced.

The two grabbed each of foster's arms and threw him to his knees. He tried to fight against them but it was feckless. They were too strong. They didn't even have to fight to keep him in place. The moment they strapped the metallic collar about each of their necks Jeremy knew it was over. They were doomed.

"On your feet faggot," one of Jeremy's guards said.

He had heard stories of those that had followed without complaint and their less painful treatment.

The men bound the two boys to the roof of the car with magnetic bindings about their wrists and ankles. Once they were certain that they were unable to escape once they departed they got back in the car.

Jeremy heard muffled speech and managed to hear every other word. But he didn't need to know what was to happen to them now. They would be stricken from memory and record. IN the morning the authority would alert their parents of their disgusting ways and the members of their family would be forced to wear symbols to prove they were spreaders of the degeneration. Then the men would be sterilized to prevent any further offspring.

Everything that happened after was a blur to Jeremy.

The men drove the car through the city to the airport on the south end. Once they were there the boys were loaded onto a plane which was bound for the island. It was there that they would be exposed to hell on earth. But before they took off they were given a short film with footage of what they were to expect.

To Jeremy's surprise they were not the only ones on the flight.

end time: 11:45