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A Brothers Love
Prologue He raised his gun up taking careful aim at the sniper, and at the twitch of his finger, he sent a deadly blue plasma snaking across the dark Grey sky. The plasma struck the man and crumpled him into a smoldering heap on the frozen ground. The third long year of the war was coming to a close and all his heart wanted was to see his family again. To hear their voices and their laughter, and to see their faces that for the life of him, he could not remember. He wanted to be with the girl that he loved, of which he only remembered a name. The war had driven every other happy memory of her away. To him it seemed as if he'd had no life before the war, and in reality, he had not. The order came for him on his fifteenth birthday, the army wanted him and there was nothing he could do. The truck arrived at Eleven o'clock and whisked him away into this brutal, unforgiving world. The letter he'd gotten from his mother a few weeks later, told of how great his party had been and that he'd gotten every ting he wanted, even a puppy. But he was grown now, a dog that never knew his boy. The bio-stasis chambers that his regiment were put in between skirmishes slowed their functions down and prevented aging. The sleep that it put him in was so deep that dreams could not exist, and slowly, the faces and memories faded away. His heart raced as the sound of crunching snow reached his ears. Reacting instinctively, he spun a round, yanking the trigger. A whirring sound that was echoed by others, rose above the frigid battlefield. His gun, along with everyone else's, was dead. Throwing the useless scrap of metal to the ground in disgust, he walked towards the boy he'd almost killed. The boy seemed vaguely familiar. His b road shoulders, blond hair, and bright green eyes. Suddenly, he stopped, becoming numb with shock. Staring back at him was his brother. “Philip!” he yelled. “Trey?” The boy's eyes darted over Trey's body. “Good lord,” Philip whispered, “it is you!” His heart pounding with happiness, Trey ran up to his brother and flung his arms around his neck. “I almost killed you!” Trey sobbed. “You couldn't have know it was me.” “I know. But the thought of ki-” Trey stopped suddenly, fear growing in his heart. The sound of whirring again filled the air, and brothers became enemies. Trey reached for Philip's gun just as his brother made a move for it. Snatching it out of Philip's holster, Trey let out a small whisper. “I'm sorry.” Blue plasma lit the air and he heard the sickening thud as Philip's lifeless body hit the ground. The war, it seemed, was not over. Chapter One, Scans Trey walked though the sliding glass doors and a wave of warm air swept over him, making his body momentarily forget the never-ending cold it had endured over the past four years. The Military Processing Center was nestled deep in the heart of Antarctica, far away from the eyes of the world. “Name?” Asked a plump lady, sitting behind the welcome desk. “Trey Henderson.” She searched through her computer, which emitted a small bleep. “Ah yes. You're lucky, scanning room 952 just opened up. I'll transfer you there immediately.” A tingling sensation swept across Trey's body, as his molecules were split apart and reassembled. Blinking to clear his eyes, he looked around the new room. It was completely empty and the floor was padded along with, to his amazement, the rest of the room. “Name?” called a mechanical voice. “Trey Hen-” “Confirmed, Trey Henderson. Patient 2659. Pleas remove all clothing except your underwear.” Hesitantly he followed its order, slowly pulling off his camouflage attire. “Zero-g initiated.” With a click the computer, through a process unknown to him, reversed the pull of gravity onto itself. Staring in amazement as he floated off the floor, a beam of light his his forehead. “Brain scanning in progress.” |*|*|*| Results The waiting room was, to put it simply, boring. Trey's eyes darted over the same sickening white walls and nasty green furniture for over an hour. His mind began to wander, what would it be like to see his family again, to go home? Slowly he drifted off to sleep. The sound of knocking brought him back to conciseness and he groggily sat up. “Come in.” Trey tried to rub the sleep from his eyes as the door opened quietly on its air hinges. A man in a white medical coat walked in carrying a small folder. “I'm Doctor Patterson.” The man said in a crisp voice as he laid the folder on the counter and looked into Trey's eyes. “Son, we need to talk.” “About what?” “Your results.” The doctor said, his hand patting the folder. “The good new is that you haven't aged, you're still fifteen physically. However, you came out positive for mental instability. It's nothing serious, but I'm not going to be able to let you back into normal society.” “Wha...what?” Trey stuttered. “No, that can't be right. I'm perfectly fine. Fine i tell you!” His voice rose to a yell. “You're going to let me back in!” “I'm afraid I can't Trey. Don't worry, we have a facility for people like yourself, there you'll fit in. but in normal society, you'll just be shunned.” “Normal society?” Trey asked, his face twisted in anger. “I would be shunned in normal society? I just killed my brother for this 'normal society'. And they would shun me!” “The rest of the world doesn't see it that way, son. To them, you'll just be another defective person walking down the street. A disease upon their community. Now, come with me.” He stood to leave. “That's an order not a request.” He added, as Trey had not moved from the couch. “If I'm being shunned by 'normal society', I'd at least like to know why.” The doctor reached for the folder, handing it to Trey. “I'm not supposed to do this. However, I understand. I killed my father in the last war, and look where i am now.” Inside the folder was a single sheet of holo-paper It read. “Official Results for: Trey Henderson- TB/DL, Homosexual.” “Homosexual?” he asked looking up at the doctor. “I'm not a fag. I have a girlfriend waiting for me in the real world. Your results are wrong.” “Our equipment has a 100% success rate, and hasn't failed in the Twenty years that it's-” “And what the hell is a TB/Dl?” Trey interrupted. “You'll find out in a few hours. Now kindly come with me, or i shall have to call the M.P.'s, and I'm sure you know how trigger happy they are?” Trey knew he could not argue and slowly stood up. The results were wrong, but he was not fool enough to want M.P.'s raining down on him. “Hang on to this, it has your identification number.” The doctor said, handing him a slip of paper and walking out of the room. “Can i have some cloths?” Trey asked, the door closing behind him with a click. “You won't be needing them. You have a uniform waiting at the facility. What you have on will do fine for now.” The doctor said over his shoulder as they walked down the hallway. Looking down at his underwear, Trey let out a slow sigh. It looked as if he was doomed to this world forever. Chapter Two, Assurance. The room as bleak and smelled of cigar smoke. The man sitting behind the desk had his back turned to the other man in the room. “Everyone accounted for?” The man in the chair asked. “Y-yes sir.” “Good, good. What time does the rocket leave today?” “Around 5 o'clock sir. If all goes according to schedule.” “It had better go as scheduled. Or it's your ass.” The man spat, swiveling his chair around. His face was wrinkled and ugly. A long scar stretched from the top of his brow down to his chin. A battle wound he had gotten from his last colleague. But that man would not do that again, for he had sent him to the graveyard, along with a bullet shot to the forehead. “Y-yes sir.” “What are you standing around here stuttering for Mr.Hathoway? Go do your job, that's what I'm paying you for isn't it?” Squeaking in fright, Mr.Hathoway dashed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The man let out a chuckle. It was so easy, frightening pathetic men like Hathoway. But fun nevertheless. No one was going to let the army men find out about this on his watch. The president was counting on him. Chapter Three, Roommates Another waiting room, another building. They left Trey at the Military Space Port. It was here that his flight left. To where he did not know. Like Trey, everyone waiting for the shuttle to the relocation facility was stripped down to his or her undergarments. He could feel the tension in the air, draped over them like a heavy quilt. The huge digital clock counted down the time for their launch in its red read-out. “T-minus fifteen minutes.” A set of doors against the far wall opened with a his, revealing the tunnel to the rocket. As Trey passed through the doors, attendees handed him a Grey jumpsuit with M.R.F. Written in white lettering across the shoulder. He could only guess that MRF stood for 'Military relocation facility'. “We're being branded like cattle.” He thought in disgust. The inside of the shuttle was cramped, yet well it. Climbing the ladder that ran down the center of the rocket, he found the first available seat and strapped himself in. A few moments later another kid, who looked to be a year older, climbed in next to him. “Hey.” The kid said, latching himself in. “Hi.” Trey's voice was cold and unfriendly. “My name's James.” The kid said, holding his hand out. “Trey.” He did not look at James, it would only make him think he wanted to talk. James brought his hand back, hurt slightly that he'd been ousted. “What did they get you for?” James said, attempting to make conversation again. “It' doesn't matter, the results are wrong.” “Oh?” Letting the question go unanswered Trey stared ahead, hoping that James would get the hint and let him be. Of course the results were wrong. He was no fag. “T-minus Two minutes.” Rang out a cold metallic voice. “Yeah!” James said, “Get ready for a ride!” “You can't honestly tell my you're happy about going.” Trey said, staring openly at James. “No.” James said, grinning madly. “But i can't resist a good ride.” “T-minus five, four, three...” The rocket began to tremble and shake. “...two, one.” With a roar the rocket lifted off the ground, G-force pulling the skin back on Trey's face. Gritting his teeth against its pull, he held on for dear life. |*|*|*| The Final Frontier “Zero G confirmed” Rang the metallic voice. Trey looked over at James, who was still grinning his annoying grin. “Was that fun or what!” Grunting in response Trey looked back to the front of him. James finally got the clue and let him be. The rest of the voyage passed in stony silence between the boys. |*|*|*| Shocking Discoveries “Welcome to the Moon Relocation Center! Please follow the lighted path to the separating room. Have a wonderful evening.” called out the recorded message from the loud speakers. Trey was being jostled and hustled by the crowd. The red marker lights pointed him to where he needed to be. Maybe there someone would listen to him and send him back home. Inside the room there was no room to breath and a sense of claustrophobia set over Trey. “If you would all remain calm! We will have you in your rooms in a few minutes!” Yelled a man atop a pedestal, wearing a causal Hawaiian shirt and swimming shorts. “You were all handed a slip of paper with an Identification number on it. This is not a personal identification, you you will notice the doors.” He pointed around the room where there stood fifty or so doors, all marked with a number. “The number you were given corresponds with a door. Go through that door and wait for further instructions.” More hustle and bustle followed his speech as Trey walked to the door marked with the number 37. Ten other boys including, to Trey's great annoyance, James followed him though. “You in here too?” James asked, surprised. Trey turned his back on him. “Ah! You must be our new resident TB's! Now if you look back down at your paper, you'll notice another number in small print. Find the person with that same number.” said a woman wearing pratically the same outfit as the man from the other room. Looking at his paper, Trey found that his number was One. “Who's got one!” Groaning, Trey turned to face James. A lok of realization swept across the boys face and he let out a small laugh. “Shit.” Trey said under his breath. “Why so down? I'm not half as mean as i look.” “good! It looks as if everyone has found their roommate.” Said the woman. Trey felt as though he had been socked in the face. “roommate? You mean i have to share a room with him?” Trey said, jabbing a thumb in Jame's direction. “Yes you do , Mr?” “Henderson.” “He will be your roommate for the remainder of your stay here.” “And exactly how long is that?” “it depends on the person.” The woman said, shrugging. “As soon as our scans say that you no longer have your condition, you're free to go.” “So-” began Trey. But he was cut off by the woman as she spoke to the room once more. “If you will please stand next to your roommate i will transport you to your rooms.” James walked over to Trey, Throwing an arm around his shoulder. With a tingling sensation the transport engaged. “What the hell is this?!” Trey shouted, the shock sending him to his knees. The room was a baby blue with a decorative baby block trim. There was an over sized crab and changing table. Along with a double sized bed in the corner that had a window facing the lunar landscape. “Wow!” James exclaimed breathlessly. Trey's heart was racing and his head pounding, he could not make sense out of anything. He was not a baby, he was fifteen years old and a trained fighter. So why would they put him in a room that looked as if it were fit for a toddler? “Wow? This isn't wow! This is horrid, this as absurd!” His head swimming, Trey shut his eyes, willing the room to disappear. “Absurd, Horrid? This is heaven on moon!” “Heaven?” Trey asked as he stood up, gaping at James. “We're not babies, James. We're teenage killers.” “you honestly don't like this? You're acting as if this is a shock.” Trey could not believe his ears. James was actually surprised that he hated this place. “No i don't bloody well like this...this place.” Trey said, gesturing around the room. “How could anyone want this?” “You obviously do.” A second of silence followed this remark from James. “What do you mean 'I' do? Have i not made it clear what i think of this?” “You're a tb/dl as well as i am.” “And what the hell is that?” It was Jame's turn to gape at Trey. “Teen baby? Diaper lover?” This was too much for Trey. His senses overloaded. The world began to spin, and darkness crept in on the sides of his vision. Chapter Four, Prime Directive “Can i help you Mr. Hathoway?” Said the man, from behind a cloud of acrid smoke. “Sir, I'm just here to report that everything went according to plan. The rocket arrived at the MR Facility on time.” “It looks like your ass has been spared this time Mr. Hathoway. You may leave now.” The man said, as the video phone rang. “Yes Mr. President. How may i help you?” “How did the launch go today? Did all our boys make it safe?” “Yes sir. Every one of them, all tucked away on the lunar surface.” “Good. I also want to inform you that I'm recommending you for a Medal of Honor at this years ceremonies.” “yes sir, thank you sir.” The commander said, surprised at his fortune. With a click the line went dead. Stretching out and putting his feet on top of his desk, the commander smiled and let out a puff of smoke from his cigar. “Easiest Job on the Planet” He mused to himself. There was a knock on the door. “Enter!” he barked, angry that his moment of glory had been interrupted. The door swung open and Mr. Hathoway stepped in the room. “S-Sir, I've got some bad news, f-from the Military processing Center in Antarctica.” he stuttered. “Well go on with it!” “It seems as if one of the doctors let s-slip that he was there f-from the previous war.” the commanders cigar fell out of his mouth. That war had been over 200 years before. This was a serious breach in protocol. “who was this doctor? What patient did he tell?” “Doctor P-Patterson sir. We d-don't know what patient he told.” “Ask him damn-it!” “W-we can't sir... he's dead, suicide.” “Shit!” the commander swore. There was someone out there. Or rather, in there that knew a potentially deadly secret. “Do you know who that was on the phone?” the commander asked, reaching quietly in his desk for his gun. “That was the president. He's nominating me for the Medal of Honor.” “T-that's great sir.” “You're the one who told me this new right Mr. Hathoway? Well. It looks as if your ass wasn't spared after all.” With a whir, blue plasma shot across the room, crumpling Hathoway to the ground. “I never liked that piece of shit.” The commander said, spitting on the dead man. The directive was to know make sure the secret did not get out, and if it meant killing, then deaths there would be. Chapter Five, Reality Check James could not believe his eyes. Trey collapsed on the floor, out like a light bulb. He could not understand Trey's reaction to this awesome room. Did Trey really not know what a tb/dl was? James easily drug Trey over the the crib, he pulled down the bars and laid Trey gently on the bed, the lesser g-fore of the moon magnifying his efforts. As he looked down at Trey he felt his heart twinge. He was cute. His mousy brown hair, his thin face, and those stunning blue eyes, they made James want to scream. His contemplation of Trey was interrupted as a ladies voice filled the room. “You have ten minutes to change into your uniforms. If you are not in uniform within this time limit, MP's will be called to your room.” glancing around the room, James spotted two suitcases, on labeled Trey and the other with his own name. Popping the lid open to his, James about yelled in delight. Inside were three onsies, a red, blue, and white one, all with a teddy bear print. Below them was a stack of teen sized diapers with a teddy bear band across them. There was also a blue pacifier, and a bottle. Eagerly, he reached in and grabbed a diaper, the crinkle sending shivers of delight down his spine. Taking his Grey jumpsuit off along with his underwear, he taped up the diaper. It felt like a cloud between his legs. Grabbing the red onsie, he pulled it on and zipped it up. It was as if his dreams had come true. He threw a glance at the digital clock and his stomach dropped. Trey had five minutes to get his uniform on, and he had not stirred yet. Grabbing Treys suitcase James ran across the room to the crib. “Come on Trey! Wake up!” he pleaded, grabbing trey's shoulders and shaking them lightly. Trey let out a moan but did not come too. Popping the suitcase open, James took out a diaper and, in desperation, took off Treys jumpsuit. Leaving Treys underwear on, James taped up a diaper and pulled a onsie on trey. Just as he finished zipping it up the voice filled the room again. “Ten minutes up, please stand by for inspection.” James heard the camera as it swiveled to first check him, then Trey. “Uniforms complete. Stand by for an announcement from the Head of Staff.” There was a crackling sound as the computer switched over. “Hello, this is the Head of Staff, Mr. Wellbourn. I hope you all will enjoy your stay here at MRF. One quick note on the special uniforms you've been give. You are required to wear these uniforms at all times while in your rooms, unless given explicit permission. While outsied of your rooms you may choose to wear either, your uniform our your Grey jumpsuits. Thank you, and have a nice night.” Sitting down on the edge of the crib, James looked down a Trey. “You sure can cause a lot of trouble without even being conscious.” |*|*|*| Un-Reality Twisting shapes, dancing colors, they all solidified into a room. It was a huge room, the bed towered over him, the dresser was a mountain. A lady walked in carrying... what was that? He couldn't tell...Diapers! What was she carrying those for?? “Time for a change Trey.” She cooed. “Noooooooo! I'm not a baby!” Trey woke up in a cold sweat. It was just a dream, the room, the crib, James. All a dream. Laying his head back on the pillow Trey looked around the room, what he saw sent the memories rushing back. “Ah!” he yelled, standing up, shaking the bars that surrounded his bed. Wait, bars? He was in a crib! “James! What the hell have you done to me!” He shouted, glaring at the bed by the far wall. “What do you mean what have i done to you?” James yawned, standing up and walking towards the crib. “This! I'm in a Crib!” Trey shouted. “which make you look all the cuter.” James said smiling. “What do you mean cuter?” Trey looked down at his body. A blue onsie with fire-trucks on it covered his body, and there was a bulge around his hips. “What the..” he said confused. “No...James! Why am i wearing a diaper, and the ludicrous onsie?” “I had to put them on you.” James replied, shrugging, clearly not intimidated by Treys anger. “The lady on the intercom said if everyone in the room wasn't in their uniform within ten minutes, the MP's would be called. You passed out and wouldn't wake up so... I had to put you in uniform” he finished hesitantly. “This...is our uniform?” “not all of it, we've both got a set of red, white, and blue onsies. So we have a choice on what we wear while we're in the room. If we go outside we can wear either this uniform or the Jumpsuit.” “where'd you get these uniforms from?” “Those suitcases.” James said, pointing to the suitcases that were on top of the changing table. “there's one for each of us. Yours have the fire-trucks and mine Teddy bears.” James said, smiling. “I like teddies.” “Get me out of her.” Trey said wearily. James let down the bars and went to pick Trey up. Trey Swatted James' hands away. “What are you thinking! I'm fifteen, i know how to walk.” Trey said galring at James. “Oh...Yeah, sorry.” james said, blushing madly. With a sidelong glance at James, Trey hopped out of the crib. Why was james blushing? “You said you put me in uniform? Including the diaper?” “Um...yeah.” James said, still blushing. “you didn't take my...” “No, no i didn't.” James quickly replied. “Well.” Trey said, letting out a small cough. “ That's good. Any idea where the restroom is?” “There's not on in the room, i already looked. But, i think there might be on in the mess hall.” |*|*|*| Breakfast is Served The mess hall was huge, its glass walls doming one-hundred feet above their heads. He could see the earth through the windows, set against a backdrop of the purest black he'd ever seen. “Wow!” Trey gasped. Thousands of tables were set up, running lengthwise down the structure. It looked as though everybody from both sides of the war were crowed into this one room. Trey could pick out at least a dozen men from his won regiment making their way to a seat, plates in hand. He was happy that he'd finally convinced James to come with him wearing the Jumpsuit, instead of the uniform. “Shall we?” James asked, pointing the way to the food replicators. Trey jerked hi head in a quick nod. He really did not want to sit with james, but he also did not want to eat alone, or with his old army members. They might ask him why he was here, and he did not want them to know about the baby room. The two boys got their food and sat down at the nearest table. The eggs an bacon tasted surprisingly good to have been replicated. “Mmmm.” James moaned as hi bit into his blueberry muffin. “Now this is real food. Not those vitamin gel packs they expected us to survive on.” Trey looked up at James and nodded in agreement, those gel packs were horrible. “Hey James.” “Yeah?” he replied looking up from his plate. “I'm uh. I'm sorry about last night and this morning. It was just too much to fast. You kind of caught me at a bad time. So, no hard feelings?” Trey said, looking down at the floor. James was surprised. Was Trey wearing down, becoming human? “Nah, no grudges. I didn't think i caught you at your shining moment.” He said smiling. “You can look up you know.” To his surprise, Trey looked up blushing at him. “Yeah, i know. It's just been a long time since i actually talked with someone who gave a damn.” What the hell, why was he blushing at this kid? He was nice and all, but blushing? Trey shook his head trying to clear his confusion. Luckily for him James hadn't noticed his blushing, or at least hadn't said anything about it. He was contentedly eating his eggs and looking elsewhere around the room. “So.....” Trey said, stabbing a sausage onto his fork. “What are we doing today? Do they have anything planned or is this just a holding center and we do whatever we want?” But James did not hear him, he was distracted by a large group of people sitting at the far end of the hall. “Do you see those people, Trey?” he said pointing across the room. “Yeah.” “That's my whole regiment. I mean, everyone is there. Tucker, Norrington, Adams...all of them.” “Wow.” “I know. How could all of them have 'mental' problems? The odds of that happening are like a hundred to one.” “I don't know.” Trey said, perplexed. He began to look around the room, for the people from his regiment that he saw earlier. “That's odd...” he said. “Everyone from my regiment is here too.” Trey was stunned, as well as James. There was no way that all of these people could have been mentally disturbed by the war. I just wasn't plausible. “This just can't be right.” James said, standing up. “I'm going to go ask them why they're here. You should do the same to your regiment.” “Uh..um...” Trey stuttered. “I'd rather not....” he said, turning red with embarrassment. “They might ask me why i'm here. And....i don't want to tell them.” “Oh come on, Trey. You're a 'big boy' you can take a few snide remarks can't you?” James said jokingly. Trey just stared down at his plate, his ears and cheeks still burning a bright red. “Ha, You're such a baby!” He said smiling. “I'll see you in our room.” With that James walked down the room towards a far table, nestled against the glass of the dome. Chapter Six, Anniversary There was a knocking on the generals door. Quickly stowing away his gun, he pushed a button, engaging a transporter over the dead mans body. “Come in!” He yelled. “Hey there Renard!” Said a man, wearing faded jeans and a casual tee-shirt. “Hello Sean.” He said, standing up and walking towards the man. The two embraced in a hug that lasted for about ten seconds. As they broke apart Renard spoke again. “So what brings you here this morning?” “Oh you know me, and my paranoid self,” It was true Sean was a bit paranoid when it came to plans being put in place and being kept. “I had to make sure your employees knew that you would be leaving early today and they'd better not screw anything up.” Renard stood there, puzzled. Why was he leaving early today? Was he forgetting something? Sean saw the puzzled look on Renard's face and began to frown. “Don't tell me you've forgotten.” “Well...uh....you see-” Renard stammered. “Our third anniversary is today. We've got a seat booked at 'The Lexington'.” That was right. It was the third year to the day that he had married Sean. What a wonderful wedding it had been. He was brought back from his flashback of the wedding by Sean waving a hand in front of his face. “Oh yeah. What time is our reservation for?” “Six Thirty. We can't be late, they'll give our table away if we are.” “Alright hun.” Renard said, hugging Sean once more. “See you there.” As Sean walked out of the door, Renard's brain began to whirl. What was he going to get him? He couldn't show up without an anniversary present, Sean would be hurt for weeks. With a sigh, Renard brought up his computer and sifted through gift items. Chapter Seven, Time Up The animated diagram showed a person wearing a jumpsuit standing in front of the door. As he watched the diagram play out, he saw the person reaching into a pocket on the jumpsuit and pulling out a key card. The digital person then inserted the card into a scanning device embedded in the door. After a second the door swung open. Trey reached into the same pocket as the animated person had, and pulled out a key card. Looking at it he found that the card had a number on it, which happened to be the same number as the identification card had for the door the previous night. With a sneaking suspicion of how it would play out, Trey inserted the card into the door. The computer hummed as it scanned the card. With a red light it spit the key out. “Entry not granted. Wrong key card inserted.” Rang out a mechanical voice that was barely loud enough for him to hear. Trey pocketed the card and began to walk around the room again, this time with the knowledge that he could only go into his section of the facility. He continued to look at the doors reading the numbers on them. When he got up into the 300's he stopped. The next door had no number and no key lock. Excitedly he walked over and pushed the door open. What he found stunned him, it was another room, twice the size of the one he'd just been in. But like the cafeteria it also had a glass dome for a roof. Inside was the biggest indoor court system that Trey had ever seen. There were tennis courts, basketball courts, volley ball courts, and even a baseball diamond that Trey assumed to be actual size. The really odd thing about this room was that it had normal earth gravity. Somehow they'd managed to replicate the effects. The extra weight made Trey move unusually for a few seconds until he remembered how do do things in this gravity again. He'd used to play tennis on the school team before the war started. He wondered if he could still do it. Walking across the basketball court to the tennis area's wall he spotted another computer display. When he reached it he realized it was for a holographic opponent set up. He selected the players hight, (set to around his own) weight, (set to around his own) and gender. Choosing male he also selected the difficulty level, Easy. He wasn't sure if he even remembered how to hold a tennis racket. Picking up the racket he stepped onto the court, the weight of his feet was the signal for the holo-producers to start. His opponent shimmered to life on the other side of the court. It was his serve. Trey had no idea how much time had passed. He had soon gotten bored of the easy level then the medium level, even the hard level. His opponent was set on Wimbledon level and the score was tied six to six, Thirty – Forty, his serve. (**** for people who don't know the scoring of tennis. Six-Six is the number of sets won per person. 'Thirty – forty' is the score within the set. The score of the person serving is always said first. So in this case, Trey is behind****) He tossed the ball in the air and smashed it, delivering a perfect serve. His opponent sent back a painful return which brought Trey to the front of the court. Another ground stroke from the opponent lead Trey to volley, sending his opponent to the back of the court. With a lob that Flew over Treys head The hologram won. “Damn it” Trey said, stepping off the court and back to the opponent set up station. Seeing the save feature, he saved all his data (win/loss records, opponent information) so he could come back later and try again. As he walked back towards the door he jumped in surprise. The right cuff on his jacket was vibrating and letting out a ring. Lifting his arm he looked at the cuff. There was a small video screen, displaying the text 'incoming call from James.' Trey pushed the button and stared in amazement as Jame's face took over the screen. “Hey Trey.” James said. “Hey....James. How did yo-” “The people from my old regiment had a manual on all the gizmo's on our Jumpsuits. Anyway,” he continued before Tyler could speak again. “meet me in our room in about half an hour.” “Alright.” With a click the video screen went blank. Trey wondered what he should do with his thirty minuets. He could go explore so more. This seemed like a good idea until a thought hit him. He needed to get there early so he could get his uniform on in private. Otherwise he'd have to put it on with James there, and that was a truly disturbing thought. He walked in a hurried pace back across the cafeteria to his door. He took out his key card and slid it into the scanner. After a few second the computer clicked and the door swung open. Retrieving his card, he shut the door behind him. After a brisk ten minute walk he reached the door to his room. Punching in the key combination that was given to him this morning he unlocked it and stepped inside. He heard the camera as it swung his direction. “Ten minutes to be in uniform.” “Yeah, yeah. I know” Trey said reaching for his suit case. As he opened it, he cringed. He couldn't believe that he had to put this stuff on again. Taking out a diaper he laid it onto the bed. He then took out a blue onsie that had red firetrucks on them and laid them out. Walking over to the changing table he grabbed some baby powder. The logo on the bottle proclaimed 'Johnson and Johnson, for 200 years'. When he got back to the bed he began to strip out of his Jumpsuit, folding it neatly and placing it onto the floor. He then took his underwear off and threw them across the room, they landed squarely in the laundry chute. “Score” he said aloud, “And the crowd goes wild.” It was a desperate attempt to distract himself from what he was having to do. He laid back and shook the open bottle of powder over him. He then unfolded the diaper, lifting himself off the bed as he slid it under him. He placed himself back on the bed. The puffiness under him felt alien and strange. Guessing at what came next he spread his legs and brought it up between them. He couldn't figure out what to do next, because unknown to him, he had started backwards, placing the front under him. “One minute warning” “Crap!” he yelled, trying desperately to get it on right. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,” the voice counted down. Trey was still not having any luck. He'd never had a little sibling or diaper changing lessons. He was completely and utterly clueless. “five, four, three, two, one. Time up. Uniform not complete.” A red light began to flash around the room and a second later the door swung open. Chapter Eight , A Somber Night The light on the door flashed green and swung open as James stepped into the room. “You're not going to believe this Trey.” James face fell into a look of concern. Trey was sitting on the edge of the bed staring out the window into the darkness of space. James quickly walked to the bed and sat down next to him. “Trey, what's wrong?” A few moments of silence followed his question, in which Trey continued to stare into space. Slowly, Trey began to speak. “I didn't get my uniform on in time and this..this red light came on. Then...These people came in, two of them, and tried to get the uniform on me. I resisted them, then...” Trey's voice trailed off and he began to stare into space again. “Then what happened, Trey?” James said, after a few seconds of silence. “They made me.” he swallowed, “...made me watch myself...fight.” Sudden realization swept across James as he realized what happened. The people had made Trey watch himself fight in the war. Watch himself kill all the people he had. It was a ghastly punishment, one James didn't think he could bear. “Trey, I don't know what to say...that's horrible.” James said, patting trey on the back sympathetically. “James, could i be alone for now?” Trey said, turning his gaze to the floor. “Sure, it's about time for bed. Speaking of which i only have about two minutes to get my uniform on.” As James walked across the room to his suit case he glanced back at Trey. “Take the bed tonight.” The sound of soft crying woke James. Groggily, he looked around the room, it was light by the soft glow of the earth far in the distance. His eyes fell upon Trey, lying on the bed, his shoulders shaking slightly. Crawling out of the crib, James walked over the the bed, he sat down and put a hand on Trey's shoulder. Trey jumped at the touch, and sat up, his diaper crinkling slightly. “I killed him James.” Trey said, a tear sliding down his cheek. “I killed my brother.” Trey broke down into sobs, his tears splashing on his fire truck pj's. James pulled him close, letting Trey cry on his shoulder. “Shhh.” James whispered. “It's okay, you only did what they made you do.” Treys sobs came even harder and James started to rock him slowly back and forth, rubbing his back. “N-no it's not. He w-was my brother, a-and i killed him. Just because the g-government told me to.” “Trey, i know it hurts. You didn't want to join this war, and neither did your brother. But i know, that up in heaven your brother loves you just as i love you. Remember that.” Trey's crying began to quiet down, and James continued to rock him. When his crying subsided Trey broke Jame's hold on him and laid down. As James stood up to go back to the crib, Trey's hand caught his. “No. Don't go.” Trey whispered, looking into James' eyes. “....i need you.” |
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