Pulling into town, the boy got off the bus and began to look around. Caliente, Nevada, the place where the strong prey upon the weak. Everything started here. Everything fell apart here.
Walking into town, he felt a sudden urge. Looking to see where the sun was, he followed a couple of professional people into the Brandin' Iron and ordered a steak with all the trimmings.
At six foot ten inches tall and two hundred and forty pounds, the boy was noticed. However, everyone seemed fine with him there. The professional guys, the lawyers, even paid for his lunch, making sure they left a nice tip for the waitress. Enough to be greatly appreciated, but, not enough to be remembered later.
Leaving, the boy saw an officer in uniform walking in. Nametag said Lee. Why was that familiar?
They were closer. The boy could feel them now. He'd have to hurry.
Hitching a ride, he made his way deeper into town. Montreux. Here.
Thanking the man for the ride, the boy got out and hopped the fence. The gate wasn't too far off. But, he had never come through the gate as a kid. Slipping like a ghost through the junipers, he saw that nothing had changed much.
Finding his spot, he reached down into himself and fell to his knees as he began to concentrate, breathing deeply. Two for herding and two hunters again. Well, he had learned that trick the first time they used it on him. Unconsciously, a hand rubbed his arm in remembered pain over the scar that was there.
He felt them enter the golf course. Felt them draw nearer.
Felt them stop?
"We are to leave you alone," a voice called through the darkness. "Calm yourself. We will obey and leave you in peace."
He stayed in position even as he felt them leave. Stayed as he felt them leave the city.
Sweating, the boy cursed. What were they up to now?
Rising, he went over the back wall before the ground keepers could notice him.
Walking through the old neighborhood was a bit strange. He felt like a stranger here.
'You've been gone almost six years.'
The boy swore as his mind sent that traitorous thought through his head.
Seeing their name carved from wood in front of the house, the boy sensed to see if anyone was home.
Empty, damn!
Shrugging, he went to the car in the driveway with it's hood up. He had always enjoyed tinkering with things.
Miranda Waterson saw the coat hanging on the fence as she pulled into her drive. Saw that her son's car still had the hood up and was blocking her from the garage.
"You're going to have to get it fixed or move it," Miranda called as she stepped out of her car.
Miranda froze when a white man came from around the car, her hand, as she had been trained, went for her gun.
"Sorry, Mrs. Waterson," the white man said. "I fixed what I could, but, he's going to need a new fuel pump."
"Do I know you?"
"Once," he shrugged. "A long time ago. I'm looking for my sister. Where did Kelli go?"
"Christ!" Miranda gasped. "You're Little Mikey."
"No one's called me that in a long time," Mikey chuckled. "I think Kelli was the last one."
Mikey was surprised when the woman rushed in and gave him a hug.
"I'm real sorry," Miranda said firmly. "I didn't know where they sent you once Victim Services took you.
"Christ, Mikey," Miranda chuckled as she stepped back and punched his chest and stomach in quick succession with light hits. "You feel like you're pretty buff in there. Did you start hitting the gym?"
Looking up, Miranda gasped and jumped back.
Sighing, Mikey brushed the hood on his hoodie back. Freed, his silver white hair floated in the breeze. However, as usual, it was his piercing blue eyes that seemed to push her into stepping back.
Miranda gave herself a shake and looked back at him.
"The lightning had some side effects," Mikey shrugged. "And, I had a bit of a growth spurt."
"Get your coat," Miranda nodded. "You can wash your hands inside while I get Kelli's address."
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Mikey smiled as he pulled into town. It was late, well after dark. And he wouldn't see her tonight. But, Kelli was here.
Pulling into the motel, Mikey decided to hit a club. If he were going to look for the others, he would need to be in a place with a lot of people or a place where he could see from a good long way.
After telling the waitress he was the designated driver, she made sure his soda never ran out. Ordering food was easy enough as the group of guys next to him paid for everything. They paid a bit more as their wolf-whistles and catcalls were demeaning enough that Mikey thought she had earned the extra money.
After eating, Mikey began sending his sense out. It took a while, but, he realized that no one was about that could harm him.
The expenditure of the energy made him hungry again and he ate calmly as he surveyed the club. Girls and women of varying ages danced with the same group of men or within their own group.
However, a lithe, dusky Asian woman was dancing with a pale brunette. No one came near them. As he felt his pants getting tight, Mikey nodded. It was time to take care of that urge as well.
Naomi saw the stranger enter. Black leather trenchcoat across broad shoulders. He wasn't drinking though. The waitress was giving him a soda glass. Saw him again as he began to eat and gave herself a mental nod.
Naomi spun her friend about and told him about the stranger. She sighed and shrugged. She too had been feeling an itch that plastic wasn't able to scratch.
"I get to pick next," the girl nodded. "Especially if he is as small as the last guy."
"Let's go find out if he's cute first," Naomi suggested and got a nod.
Mikey watched as they came over to his table.
"We want to know if you're cute," Naomi said bluntly as they came closer. "Let's see what you got, Big Boy."
Mikey pulled back his hood and looked into the almond eyes across from him.
Naomi gasped as the blue eyes pierced her and seemed to energize her pussy. She could feel her heart flutter even as she began to secrete from her pussy.
