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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #96 "Energy, Sucks" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #96
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 the
winter holiday break.
The Adventures of Stevie #96 "Energy, Sucks"
Dear Carlos,
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, but I think I'm doing it now.
There is some news to tell you. I went up against the energy eating
doctor. I didn't die. I think you can tell that because dead people
don't write letters. It wouldn't do any good if they did. How could
they lick the postage stamp? I will tell it like it happened, so you
can know how I felt. Some of the things in it didn't happen to me, but
they have to be in the story to make sense. I found out about them
later. I might put them in the story when they happened, to make it
work better. I won't tell you the doctor's name for a reason I can tell
you later, but right now I will call him Bad Doctor. BD for short.
I had reviewed the research and the profile. We made our final plans.
Everybody was in position and ready. I had a small walkie-talkie set to
transmit to everybody. The rest of the team members each had one on my
frequency, and another one set to the general frequency, so they could
hear me, and still be able to talk to each other if they needed to. BD
was to go to the room we set up first. I would go in after F3 and David
took position in the hallway. The monks would be in a nearby room. Not
the next, but close. I nodded to F3 and David as I passed them, and
knocked on the target door. BD said "Please come in." I did. He was in
a wheeled office chair which was next to a hospital bed which was in
the room. There was a table there, but not another chair. I guessed I
was supposed to sit on the bed. I didn't want to do that right away. He
pointed to the bed and said, "Please have a seat." I said "If it's
alright, I want to stand. I have so much extra energy, it's hard for me
to sit still." He looked pleased and hungry when he heard that. I
wanted to throw up. He must have noticed how I felt and said "Is
something wrong?" I said, "Not really. I'm just nervous. I'm not used
to this stuff, and I don't like hospitals." His aura was mostly read
and yellow, which is not very nice. He asked me about what things I can
do which other people can't. I said "Sometimes I see lights around
people's heads. Sometimes I can tell what people are feeling. It helps
me win at cards." He said "Do you see lights around my head? If you do,
what color are they?" I said "Red and yellow. That's different from
other people. Does it mean something special? I can tell you are hungry
too, but you look too fat already, so maybe you should't eat so much."
BD looked a little put off by my directness, but after a moment of
recovery, he said, "The colors mean I'm a powerful person, and I AM
hungry, but we don't have to worry about that right now." I said "Okay.
Can you help me understand what's wrong with me?" He said "Yes I can.
Come here so I can examine you." I moved closer to him, and he said,
"Stop!" I did. "What's that on your left wrist?" I said "It's an old
watchband thing I wear to help with my weak wrist and for good luck."
He said "Please take it off." I made a little kid pout and said "No."
He looked like he was thinking, and said "Well, let me look at it." I
said "No. If you want to examine me, that's alright, but you leave my
lucky band alone. It's mine!" I made my lifeforce chakra pulse when I
said that last part. He jumped a little at that, and looked even more
hungry. I REALLY wanted to throw up. He said "Never mind. Please sit on
the bed and lift up your shirt." I did, and he put his left palm on my
solar plexus, right over my lifeforce chakra. When he was reaching for
it, I shifted one of my storage chakras in front of it, and let him
suck as much energy as he wanted to out of it. I made myself slump down
like I was very tired.
You might think, why was I feeding the enemy, and making him
stronger? I wasn't. I had worked on the energy I had stored there, very
hard. I converted it into something which would act like an infection
in his energy centers. It would go with his energy flow, and settle in
his base chakra, which was where most of his power for motivating him
to do bad things was, and damage his ability to use it. That was the
plan. It didn't work exactly as I hoped.
As soon as he took all he wanted, he knew something was wrong. He
tried to get rid of the energy I gave him, but he couldn't. But he
could shove with his hand on my chest in reaction, and slam me into the
wall. I broke his arm, but not before he broke some of my ribs, and put
a nasty bump on the back of my head. They all heard that through the
walkie-talkies, and started to come to help me. That was not what I
wanted, but I couldn't tell them not to. BD wasn't finished with what
he could do. He took control of the nearest person he had used for an
energy source before, and tried to drain him to death, so he could have
more good energy to fight me. Then David knocked out F3 to block that.
The monks came in the room. I shook my head at them, so they didn't do
anything then. I had to wait until BD was weak enough for me to do the
next thing in my plan.
David came in. I signaled him to guard the door. It was hard for me
to do that, because I was in a lot of pain, and could hardly breathe,
and couldn't talk. Then BD was weak enough. I put the inside of my
wrist where my stone was, on his forehead over his third eye, and sent
the special energy I had stored in the chakra under it, in a
synchronized frequency pulse through the stone and into his third eye,
and burned it out forever. BD dropped to the floor. I nodded to David
and gave him the thumbs up sign. Then I coughed and spit blood all over
my shirt. I knew what that meant. It was bad. My broken ribs had cut up
my lungs. I could die. I wondered what would happen after that. Then
all went black.
I woke up in intensive care. There was a tube sticking out of my
chest. It hurt real bad, but the worst thing was the tube down my
throat making me breathe. I don't remember how long it was like that,
but one time when I woke up, the tubes were out. My voice was scratchy,
but not so bad I couldn't complain about everything they did. Whoever
they were, they didn't mind. Then father and Shan visited me, and told
me what I didn't know about the fight. The school team got there a
minute after I fainted. They wanted to rip BD to shreds. The monks
wouldn't let them, saying it would be wrong when he wasn't able to
understand what he did to deserve it, because the thinking part of his
brain was damaged, and he couldn't hurt anybody anymore. F3 was fine,
but a little shaken up by what happened to him. He had FELT what BD was
doing to him. I wished he didn't have to have that memory. I fell
asleep while they were talking to me. They were still there when I woke
up.
I said "I made some mistakes. I didn't take into account the physical
enough. I didn't expect him to be so stupid, either. If he had been
smarter, and more powerful, I would have handled him differently, and I
wouldn't be stuck in this bed. The next time I face one of these
vampires, and I know I will, it will be power against power, and no
playing around. I learned a lot with this one. I WILL be ready."
I got better, slowly. I had lots of visitors. They helped me with one
complaint I had. I told Jeremy and Tommy about it when they came to
visit me together. "I have a problem. The last time I was in the
hospital, there was a VERY friendly nurse who helped me squirt. I'm too
week in the chest to do it myself now. Moving my arms hurts. I'm used
to squirting every day, and now it's not happening. My monster is hard
as a rock most of the time, and it aches, and my nuts really hurt. Is
there anything you can do to help?" There was. We all knew that. It
took Jeremy on my monster, and Tommy on my nuts, less than 30 seconds
to make me squirt 6 times. It made a big mess. A good mess. I cried
from happiness, and relief. I said "It really helped! Thank you both
very much." I let them feel my love for them. I could see they did feel
it. I think Dean was right about that.
Tommy and Jeremy must have passed the word. When any of my team, and
the boys from my families, visited, and they could do it in private,
they helped me squirt. Even Jan and Dean, when they visited me
together. I have REALLY good friends. I stayed a month in the hospital,
and will stay a month at home resting and getting my strength back. I'm
getting a LOT of studying done during the day, when I don't fall asleep
in the middle of it, because I'm not allowed to do any chores. I think
I will have 4 masters degrees by the end of the year. The boys who
helped me squirt in the hospital, won't let me do that for them when
I'm recovering at home when they make me squirt, until the doctor says
I'm fully recovered. I miss the wrestling and tickling, but I can live
with gentle hugging and kissing for a while. Love is what really
matters, and I get so much, I shouldn't complain about anything else.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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