Forgotten children 14. chapter

This is last chapter I have written so far, and when school starts I don`t have much time to write, so you may have to wait little :)


The last three weeks we had been training for revolution. Jonas and his friends had given us parkour lessons, and in the first lesson, we had suprised them with our talent, me and Bill had in fact been training parkour since we were 15. We all laughed our heads off when Nick and Liam tryied it first time, they hadn`t get much muscles to their arms for skating, and couldn`t do even the basics. Their body control was good, though, and after three weeks of trainig and working in the town, they weren`t much behind us.

A few days after our arrival, we had noticed how friendly everyone in the town was, and asked it from Thomas. "Don`t you let unfriendly people to move here, or is it because this hippie-like way of living?" Jonas laughed, "No, it is because of Angels. They are naturally innocent and honest, like young childs, expect that it doesn`t disappear even when they are adults, and they feel emphathy stronger than humans. When you add to, that they also see behind lies and pretending, and understand this world better than most, no wonder that authorities fear and hate them. If they hadn`t break Angels` will, they would have already opened many peoples`eyes." ,he said with sadness.

If Angels were innocent like childs, you couldn`t say it about everyone. I honestly got scared when I first time saw the men who teached us self-defence and using weapons. They were with one exeption around 6 feets tall, muscular and full of tattoos. I was amazed how well Nick get together with them, until I heard that one of them was Mr. Shadows, who had interviewed him and send him tickets to here. When days passed, though, I get to know them better, and finally Brian, Jimmy, Matt, Zacky and Johnny were ones of my best friends.



Parkour, or PK, is a non-competitive contact sport in which a traceur or traceuse uses only their body to negotiate a series of obstacles with maximum efficiency of motion. Generally, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. As most practitioners of PK can tell you, that line (or trace) is not always the easiest but it's a hell of a ride.

Forgotten children 12. chapter

We get out of the car, and for a moment everyone just stood here looking each others, without knowing what to do, until one of the youths, a guy around our age, burst into laughter. "Welcome to the Angel City, and sorry for that, we don`t get much visitors here", he said chuckling. "But come with me, I was just going to eat something, and the new arrivals from this morning are probably still in our house."

We followed the boy across the town, and noticed that almost two of the three citizens were Angels, most of them between ages 10 and 25.  Everywhere people were building houses and carving out garden plots, although many were already returning to their homes. "How many people there really lives? I thought that AF-society is just small organization.", I asked. I was confused, I had waited to see only handful of people living in small cottages, but this place was like a small city.

Even the house was full of people, and one of the men shouted: "Hey Jonas, are you brining more guests? Come and sit down!" When we had sat to the table and someone had given us platefuls of vegetarian food, (They didn`t have cows or other animals, and of course no grocery stories.), the man offered his hand. "I`m Jake, and this is my son Jonas. And you are...?" I looked at Bill and everyone around table, who were staring us, and mumbled embrassed for the attention: "Tom and Bill, we are twins."

"Well, nice to meet you Tom and Bill", the man answered chuckling. "I guess you are still quite confused, so let Thomas explain some things first, and then we will decide what we are gonna do."

Forgotten children 11. chapter

Summer holiday had started, and yesterday Jenny, who worked in Youth Centre in Brooklyn and was our good friend, and also worked for AF- society, had told (after she had made sure there was no security cameras near us), that the society was located in Arizona desert. After we had bought a map, food and CD`s for the travel, filled the car with gas and said goodbye to our friends, there was only one thing we had to do: take off the identification chip.

Nowadays everyone has a chip, because without it you can`t get a bank account, health insurance or even apartment. "Maybe we shouldn`t do that. Can`t we just get a job as cleaners?", Bill asked. I knew he didn`t mean it, we wouldn`t stand even a week as cleaners. He was scared, and I understood it. After we had taken off the chips, we would be outside of the surveillance network, but also outside of safety net.

I made small cut in Bill`s arm, took the chip off and wrap bandage around the wound. It wasn`t big, but it would most likely leave a scar.  When Bill had taken off my chip, and get over the anxiety caused by the sight of blood, we started to drive towards northern Arizona.

We drived strolling and using small roads, avoiding turnpikes and policies, and slept in our car. We couldn`t afford to sleep in the motel, and I doubt they wouldn`t even give us room, because we were under aged and without ID. Because of strolling, the travel take five days, and we were thankful to Jenny for the money she had given to us. We used a lot of gas and didn`t wanted to use credit cards, because every time you use it, you leave a mark in database, and we definetly didn`t wanted anyone to be able to trace us.

Finally at the evening of fifth day, while we were driving along a small desert road, we saw valley full of houses with solar panels, green houses and laughing kids. It was like a completely different world than the one we had came from, world of control and suspicion. For the first time I understood what freedom really means.

Forgotten children 7. chapter

I was walking in dark city with Bill. It was already ten, and time to go out of streets, but neither of us wanted to go to sleep in our tiny car. The first month after we were kicked from home, we had lived with our fiends, but altought they had said we were welcome, after few days everyone has started to feel tensed and we had realised it was time to go. Two weeks ago we had said good bye to Frank and his family, only to realise there was no more places to go. "Where we will sleep now, in a subway station?", Bill asked with a sigh. "No, it`s too dangerous. We have to sleep in my car", I said covering my fear. I had to be strong for Bill.

Suddenly drunken shout woke me from my thoughts and I saw that four men, hardly older than me and Bill, were coming towards us. "Fucking faggots, go back were you came from! Nobody wants you here!", blond haired man shouted, and soon he was standing in front of us, eyes full of hate and disgust. Still I wasn`t scared, but angry and tired of being an outcast. "We are not gays, and Bill is my brother, not boyfriend", I said deceptively calmly, and when man looked scared and left muttering something, I thought he had saw something in my eyes.  When I turned, however, I saw that Bill was holding scissors in his hand.

"Why you have scissors with you? Have you started to cut yourself? You promised last year you will never do it again!", I shouted fustated. "I`m sorry, but I can`t stand this anymore! What if we will never find a place where we are safe, a place we are accepted?", Bill asked looking in my eyes. How long he had had old person`s eyes? He reminded me of Angels in the news, childs that had experienced too much suffering, far too young.

"Of course we will find. Do you remember the organisation they talked about in news, the one that "steals" Angels? If they defend Angels and think they are humans just like us, why they wouldn`t accept me and you? We only have to wait two weeks until we graduate, then we will go and find them.

Forgotten children 5. chapter

"Tom, has somebody hurt you?",Bill asked in panic. "I..I love you", I whispered quietly, unable to look into his eyes. Suddenly Bill hugged me thightly and sighed: "Oh Tom, I thought something terrible has happened to you. You don`t have any reason to cry, I could never leave you, no matter what. Actually, I have loved you for awhile, but I was afraid to tell you because I was sure you could never fell the same way.",and looked at me smiling. I sit there silently, head on Bill`s shoulder, and I was finally happy. A moment later he whispered to my ear, laugh in his voice: "You are maybe the cutest brother in the world."

I sit on the sofa watching TV, but didn`t really paid attention to it. Bill sit on my lap, half asleep, and played with my dreadlocks, when we heard a crash and sound of glass breaking. I jumped up and protected Bill with my body, until I realised it was our mother, who now stared at us completely pale, the contents of shopping bag laying on the floor.

"Hi mum, aren`t you supposed to be still working?", I asked, afraid of what she would do. She had surely saw Bill sitting on my lap, and judging by her reaction, I didn`t expect anything good would happen. Mother had never been very accepting, and that`s why we had decided to keep our relationship secret until graduation two months from now. "Boys, I will not accept that kind of behaviour in my house. You are not my sons anymore, and I don`t wish to see you here in the morning.", she said hate and disgust in her eyes.

I looked at Bill, scared. We were just two teenagers, we didn`t even have money or job. Where we could go?

Forgotten children 4. chapter

2 years later

I didn`t know when I had started to love Bill. One day I had just saw how cute he was when he smiled, how beatiful eyes he had, how fragile yet strong he was. I fell in love with him more and more every day, and sometimes when he looked at me, I was sure he felt the same way.
"Hi, did you heard what the teacher said? He always speaks with the video on, so you can`t heard anything", Bill whispered into my ear, his hand on my shoulder. I winced when I felt his breath on my skin, and I think he noticed it, because for a moment he looked at me but didn`t said anything. Soon I was sure that I had imagined it.

I layed on my bed and listened Bill`s breathing from other side of the room, altough everything I saw for him in the darkness was black hair on the pillow. I hoped I could fall asleep with Bill in my arms, kiss him and whisper: "I love you". But I can`t, he would think I`m disgusting and it would drive him away. And even if it wouldn`t, I can`t taint my little brother, he doesn`t deserve people`s disgust.

I had been avoiding my brother for almost two weeks, I had sat in liviving room in computer or listened music, instead of talking with him for hours, telling most silliest things and painful secrets, when Bill asked if he had hurt me. "You haven`t talked to me for days", he said quietly and his sad look made my heart ache. "I`m not angry to you", I laughed with sadness, and couldn`t look into his eyes. "Then what`s wrong? You know you can tell anything to me, I will always listen." I understood that he was worried, maybe even missed me, and it was too much. All sadness, pain and fear I had kept inside me released, and slowly tears started to fall down my face.