2001

I

2001

"Marchers have flooded the coast of New York as they spread their vile propaganda for Marriage Equality and Gay Rights. Don't let these sinners touch or talk to you folks! You don't want to be infected with the disease known as homolequia which spreads rapidly. Twisting the brains of the youth as they molest and rape the poor chil-" I shut the television off with a shudder as I grabbed my keys, checking myself in my mirror.
"Don't worry, you got this job. Guaranteed." I let out a chuckle laced with confidence as well as nervousness. I flattened my suite a little bit and checked my watch. 5:33. I mentally cursed as I hurried out of my apartment complex, in a complex.

"Are you sure you can handle this job, son?" The older gentleman asked, analyzing me the third time.
"Just because I'm scrawny and lanky doesn't mean I can't kill or detain faggots. No one hates them more than the son of one, sir." His expression changed slightly but remained unreadable.
"Well, you got yourself a job, Sonny Boy." A large plastered smile coated his face as he pushed his seat away from his desk, standing up.
"R-really sir?"
"Yup but we're gonna have to whip you into shape before you can get into the field. Be here tomorrow at 0400 hours sharp." He reached out his hand and I quickly shook the calloused, wrinkled hand. My eyes locked on his piercingly blue eyes, and a sense of accomplishment washed over me like an ocean over grainy sunbaked sand.
"Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity!" A large smile spread across my face. Joy spread through my whole body as I nearly sprinted through the building to get to my cab. I whipped out my Nokia and rang the first number I saw.
"Marcus, I got the job!" I screamed as I ducked into a cab.
"Really?" An exasperated, voice asked in a deep tone.
"Yeah, tomorrow will be my first day of training and in two weeks I'll be hunting faggots just like you." The once enthusiastic voice on the other side dropped suddenly. picking back up instantly as he responded. "That's great dude but, do you really hate them so much you want to kill them?" My face paled at the implication, my mind racing as it came up with logical reasoning for that question. It doesn't mean anything, ignore it. "I mean, I was reading a book about Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome and fags were common there." I laughed, brushing off his nonsense, trying to push the absurd notions out of my obviously shrinking brain. He's just kidding, being ridiculous. Ignore it.
"Of course they're bad, they were the downfall of both of those great ancient civilizations and they're marching on our city, it's an act of war." I rolled my eyes at the thought of anyone I knew being a fag supporter, the radical ideas spread by the hippy dikes, and the fashion shown by the idiotic fags.
"Anywho, let's meet at the pub to celebrate your job!" His voice rung with insincerity, but I wrote it off as him being stupid like usual.
"Yeah, definitely! How about Jack's Pub? I'm headed there now."
"Well wouldn't you know, I'm just wrapping up a small meeting here, I'll hold you a seat at the bar, mate"
"Alright, see you in a sec. Later." I snapped the phone shut and watched the nightly happenings from the inside of the taxi as it was driven through a small residential area. The taxi was forced to yield to a small SUV as two men wearing brightly colored clothing stepped out, then were dragged to the sidewalk along with a short-haired woman, and a dark-skinned woman in pants.  One of the men wore a pink tank top with large holes for the arms to dangle through, lousily sitting on his shoulders as if a slight breeze could send it floating off. I watched in disgust and fear as they were thrown to the pavement and beat mercilessly by masked individuals. Those people were probably citizens who were confused and scared.
"Poor buggers, they just wanna live." The cab driver said under his breath. I watched as the man ran to his lover, grabbing the darker man and pulling him away from the cops. As the cops were distracted the women took off down a nearby alleyway, hand in hand as they sprinted undetected. One of the cops turned to cuff them and the other took off looking for the women. The fags waited utill the two cops let their guard down, then jumped them simultaneously.. The pair successfully  overpowered the men, snagged the keys to the handcuffs,and hopped in a nearby car, flying down the road. One unlucky cop shook off shock and managed to get in the other vehicle, cop staying right on their tail, no doubt he was already radioing in backup. "Poor blokes, they just wanna live their lives. Same thing happened to interracial couples not too long ago." My face scrunched up in disgust at the repulsive comment.
"But that wasn't unnatural, it was still a man and a woman, you're not a fag supporter are you?"  I hissed, questioning the driver as my surfeit tone shone like sunlight through a windowpane, displaying my hatred on a silver platter. This quieted the cab driver very quickly. I turned again to the window in silence, watching the scenery before me begin to blur again.

I quickly hopped out of the cab, paying the exact amount before walking into the pub, trying to force a small smile back instead of the furrowed browI wore in the cab.
"Simon!" A jolly bloke screamed across the bar as he waved ferociously making my fake smile turn real at his antics.
"Markus, it's been so long!" He instantly pulled me into a hug, a quick friendly hug. His sent caught me off guard, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and pecans, making me linger as I indulged in his sweet scent. I caught myself and pulled away, backing up a couple of steps before coughing to the side.
"So, congrats on the job, mate." He quickly sat on one of the bar stools and I found my eyes lingering on his biceps as they bulged a little out of his shirt as his arm raised to summon the barkeep.
"You just gonna stand there, ya creep?" I cursed internally at how my body was acting as I tried to move my legs towards the dark-skinned man who I've known my entire life, the one who used to be a short and awkward kid who needed me to protect him.
"Yea obviously, ya dork." I finally forced my legs to move and I ran my hand through his dark chocolate curls. My hand made a ruffle motion through the incredible soft curls that sat close to his head. He let out a deep chuckle, causing my nerves to light on fire. I shook my head softly at my odd behavior, hoping no one else in the bar would notice as I scooted my stool closer to his quietly. My leg brushed against his, my hairs standing on ends as they grazed his hairy legs and my hand slowly moved to rest on his thigh on its own, making me grab it to stay still.
"Simon!" Markus nearly as if he had been repeating himself for a good minute, his hand slapped on my shoulder, throwing me out of my mind and back to reality.
"What?" I asked, looking like a deer caught in headlights, making Marcus chuckle softly as he shook his head.
"What do you want to drink? This round's on me so don't worry." I shook my head and just got a beer.
"I could have easily paid you know," I shook my head at him as we moved to a rounded couch in the back.

"I-I love you m-ma-" Markus hiccuped in the middle of the word, cutting himself off as he relaxed on my shoulder.
"I love you too, mate. Did you drive here, or do we need a taxi?"
I rove ike a real nam." His words were heavily slurred since he had challenged someone to a drinking contest. I could still see the contestant laying on the ground as if he had died, not even moving.
"Eah I ere, ow else could I et ere?" He asked looking irritated as he fumbled with his pocket. "Ut I'm eing erious!" He shouts as I carry him to his car. He threw himself out of my grip as we got to the car park behind the apartment building that held the bar. I left him as I walked to his car, hearing a soft whine as I did so. I dragged him into the car with too much resistance as he tried to weigh me down.
"I ove you, an!" He nearly shouts as I toss him in the car. I rolled my eyes and sat in the driver's seat and pulled out of the alley. His eyes watched my every movement hungrily as his arm shot out, his hand hand gripped the back of neck roughly as he pulled me towards him. My hand shot out and struck him in the chest, making him fall back against the seat.
"But they aid if I tell you he truth en you'd ove me back." He whispered to himself quietly as he slouched down into the chair.
"What was that, mate?" A sly smile came across his face as a soft glint showed in his eyes.
"Why idnt you drink, eh?" He said accusingly as we pulled up to his house. 
"I did but you decided to have a drinking contest, that's why I'm not sloppy drunk. Besides, I sobered up by watching you kill the poor sod." I laughed quietly as he continued to ramble as I carried him into the house. "Let's get you into bed, bud." We struggled up the stairs as Marcus tried to jump on me multiple times to push me down the stairs. I threw the man down on the king sized bed that sat in the center of his bland room, in between two nightstands. "Ok strip," I commanded quick as I stood in front of the man, all he did was fall backward on the bed, letting his legs dangle over the side. I groaned and got down to pull off his boots to reveal navy blue socks that also had to come off. I pulled him forward and started unbuttoning his shirt and let him fall back, earning a soft grunt, as I went to unbuckle his belt. I quickly rip the pants off and tossed everything in his clothes bin, leaving them for him tomorrow. I struggled to pull his heavy ass up on the bed, only to succeed in trapping myself as he twisted and gripped onto me. I tried pushing him, struggling to move him but he wouldn't budge. A soft groan escaped my lips as I laid back, preparing to stay like this for the rest of the night.