The Adventures of Stevie #91
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story, in year 3 of his special school, after
Thanksgiving, and before the winter holiday break.
The Adventures of Stevie #91 "Before Church Again"
Dear Carlos,
Saturday was fun. It was cold outside, and wet, so Rod and Davie, and
Dan and I, played indoors. We helped around the house too. We painted
the girls room pink. I thought it was not very good looking, but the
girls like it, and kissed all of us thanks. Davie got a boner from
that. He is definitely not gay. We did some baking. We made bread loves
and rolls, and baked 2 pies. All of that made the house smell like a
great home. Except for the drying paint. After lunch I drew pictures of
the boys and girls. It was hard to get Davie to sit still, but a
promise that he could have 2 slices of pie after supper, helped a lot.
I didn't tell him they would be small slices.
A little before we got ready for supper, we made each other squirt in
the boys' bedroom. It was not a special kind of thing, but just
something we were used to doing, like regular exercise. Don't get me
wrong, it was still great, but we were so comfortable and used to each
other and doing it, it was a natural thing to do when we had time
together.
It was a very good supper. After it, when we were all relaxing in the
living room, I asked Zach and Glena and the girls if they could think
of Rod and Davie like family, like I and they think of me being part of
their family. Zach said "We already do." Glena and the girls agreed. We
all hugged and dripped some tears together. Then we had to get ready to
go with Rod's parents when they came to pick us up. Dan and I would be
staying over there, so we could get up early and go together to church
with them. Glena noticed I didn't take my suit to wear at church, like
Dan did. I told her "Davie's old suit fits me just fine. I like to wear
the clothes of people who I love wore before. It's like they are always
hugging me." Glena said "Psychometry?" I said "I never thought of
that!" They all laughed. I grinned. I should explain why. I hardly ever
get caught that way, not thinking of something I should have, so that
made it funny. I had to explain to the others that psychometry is the
psychic ability to get feelings about the owners, from things they
handled a lot. Lots of people can do that, but they usually don't know
it. I had never tried it. I stopped and thought about it for a minute.
When I came out of it, Zack said, "Let us know what you just
discovered, when you can. It should be interesting!" I looked
embarrassed, while they all grinned.
I will write Rod's parents like M3 for "Mother number3, and F3 for
Father number 3. It's faster and easier that way. They came and picked
us up. It was crowded in the back seat of the car, with Rod, and Dan
and me in it. Being smallest, I was in the middle, the nicest place to
be. Davie was in the front between his parents. I didn't mind being
sandwiched tightly between my brothers. Not at ALL. I told them that,
too. They didn't mind either. We hugged. Kept us warm, in the cold
night. And friendly, which we always were. I didn't even feel like
throwing up.
We got inside and stood near the heater vents to get warm, then we
took our coats off and sat in the living room, while they told Dan
about their religion and church. I was bored, so I looked around, and
saw a small clear crystal ball on a stand on a table. I was about to
touch it, when I felt it try to suck out some of my chakra energy. The
ball was a psychic leach. Not natural. Somebody deliberately made it
that way. I felt around it with the chakras in my hands, and there was
an energy link which went off of it to something too far away for me to
know anything about. That's where the sucked energy would go to feed
some evil person. M3 noticed what I was doing. They had all stopped
talking, so I asked her, "Please tell me about this." She said "A
friend gave it to us, the Doctor I told you about, who also does
acupuncture." I said very seriously, "Please excuse us for a minute.
Rod and Dan, please come with me. Davie, Stay here."
I took them into Rod's bedroom. I said "This is a kind of emergency.
There is danger. I will remove it. Please follow my instructions. I
will explain everything later. Davie can't know. We will go back to the
living room. Dan, you will take Davie back here with you and keep him
occupied. I will take care of the problem. All understood?" They
nodded. All that happened. Then I said to the group in the living room,
"This is very important. Please answer my questions as accurately as
you can. Have you ever noticed feeling tired after handling that?" I
pointed at the crystal ball. M3 said "Now that you mention it, yes I
have. At the time, I thought it just a feeling of peace." I said "Have
you heard anybody complaining of being tired after being with the
person who gave it to you?" She said, "Yes, often, but that could have
been attributed to his treatment." F3 said to her, "Dear, some of the
staff have noticed it in themselves, too."
I said "You know I have some psychic gifts. Rod, and Dan, who owes
his life to them, have seen some of them in action. They come from a
special kind of mental vision, and a control of psychic energies. We
all possess these energies, which we need to live and be healthy. I can
use this energy to do interesting things. I can even give people some
of my extra energy to help them. Some other people can do these things
too, and more. Like everything else, what can be used for good, can be
used for evil. Some people like to do things which require more psychic
energy than they have. They might only know how to get it from other
people. Selfish people might want to steal other peoples' energy, and
they don't care what it does to them. Low psychic energy makes people
feel tired, and can make them sick. Take too much, and they die. That
object is an energy sucking device, deliberately made to steal energy
from people who touch it, and feed it to the adept who made it. I need
some silk cloth, and some foil, to protect you from it." M3 went and
brought back a silk scarf and a role of foil. I said "May I have your
permission to destroy this scarf? She agreed. I cut in half with
scissors from the end table. I moved some of the silk around the ball
until it was between it and the direction where the link went. The
strength of the link was reduced. Good. I was explaining what I was
doing as I was doing it. I wrapped the ball in one layer of silk. Then
one more layer, and checked the link. It was almost gone. Then I
wrapped it in one more layer, then covered it in foil, and then used
the other piece of silk to wrap it all over again, and then more foil.
I said "It's neutralized now, and the link to him is broken. If he
tries to get it back, how I wrapped it will keep him from doing it, and
probably give him a good sized headache, too."
"This ends it here at home, but I'm not finished with him. I have a
responsibility to his victims, past present and future, to change his
ways, by force if necessary. Please schedule a meeting, for him and me
at the hospital where he works. It must be in a room which isn't his,
which he didn't choose, which has only one door. Either of you, and one
of my fellow students who knows about my abilities, such as Rod, Chad,
or Jan, who have great fighting skills, must guard the door. This
doctor might be able to control some of the people he drained the
energy from, and try to make them physically hurt me. I probably won't
be able to defend myself that way, and defend myself from his psychic
attack at the same time. As soon as he feels me coming, he will
probably know something of what I can do, and will be prepared for a
fight. I have been specifically trained for this kind of thing. I know
what I'm doing. I WILL do this, whether or not you agree to help. I
will NOT allow him to hurt any more people."
Rod hugged me and whispered in my ear "I stand with you." I squeezed
his arm in thanks. His parents took a while to recover from my actions
and speech, who stared at each other for a few minutes. Then F3 said "I
see why you are Rod's school leader. You DO lead. And you don't give
people much choice but to follow you. Because it's you, and not
somebody less worthy, it's not a problem for us. I mean, not any more
than doing what you asked for. We agree to your requests, and will
follow your lead." Then he got really angry and said, "How dare he do
this to our family! And all the other people he hurt! I want to rip his
head off!" I smiled and said "And shove it up his stinky butt?" He said
"Something like that, but I know I can't. We have to take care of him
the way you said." M3 said "Actually, he didn't say. What will you do
to him?" I said "I don't know. It depends on how powerful he is, how
much he can draw on from other people, and what he does. I could do as
little as destroy his psychic abilities, or cause him physical damage
in doing it, or death. Killing him would be very bad, in more than one
way, which I'm not going to explain right now, so I will do my best to
avoid it."
"I have a question I almost for got to ask you about. Have you
already told him about me, and if you have, how much?" F3 said "We told
him we knew a little boy who might have some psychic abilities he would
like to try to verify and examine with science, and asked him if he
would be interested in helping." I said "VERY good. He would be very
eager to see me. He would think I would be quite a tasty meal to him.
He wouldn't expect a little boy to be as powerful and as prepared as I
am, and attack him. That might put him off his guard for a little bit,
and give me an advantage. I will need a few days notice, and the
meeting should NOT be after dark. So, now we are done with this until
then."
Then we discussed Dan's experience with religion, and what he might
think about their church. Then Rod and I said goodnight to them, and
went to the bedroom. Dan and Davie were playing cards on the floor, but
with a lot of tickling and giggling. Good. We joined them. I could tell
Dan wanted to know what he missed. When I had a chance, I whispered to
him "After church." I didn't want him to be upset where and when it
shouldn't show. When it was time for bed, Rod chose who he and Davie
would share beds with. Dan would be with Davie, and I would be with
Rod. I thought it was a good idea Dan didn't get to ask me or Rod
questions all night. The bed partners helped each other to quirt, as a
matter of course, just before bed. We didn't want to take too long,
because we had to get up early for church. Rod and I went to sleep arm
in arm. It was a nice sleep.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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