Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 8

Hey everyone, I bet I know what youre all thinking right now. Didnt we already read chapters 8 and 9? Well yeah you did, but see heres the thing, I didnt like them so I deleted them. It was bad writing and I didnt think that was what you all deserved, so heres the rewrite. I hope you all like it. And lastly, an apology for the delay, Ive been having a rough few weeks, studying for finals, finishing up classes, and now taking finals, but this is it. Two more days and Im done. The next few chapters will be up by Christmas Eve at the very latest, so until then on with the story.

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 8: Last Minute Madness

Mac and Chris walked through the mall. They had an hour to get the rest of their shopping done and then they had to meet up with everyone else at the bus. As they rounded the corner they passed a wall of TVs in the window of Radioshack. If they had only took the time to watch the breaking news report theyd have seen the announcement of last nights break out. More importantly they would have been more aware of their surroundings and the pair that watched them with hate filled eyes.

The young boy looked up at Chris, What are you looking for?

The man stared straight ahead, Not looking, picking up. My shoppings all done. All thats left is to pick it up.

Really? Youre all done? the boy asked surprised.

Yeahwell, that is Im all done except for you, the man said looking down at his friend, so as soon as were done here, you pick out anything you want and its yours, ok?

Mac laughed as they entered the specialty shop. The old man sitting behind the counter smiled as Chris approached.

All set, Chris, the old man said opening a drawer and pulling out a square black jewelry box.

Thanks a lot Mr. Evans, he said accepting the box and opening it.

The mans eyes sparkled and a smile crawled across his face. Mac could see something glinting, but couldnt make out what it was.

What do you think? Chris said kneeling down to show him.

Inside the box was a gold locket on a silver chain. Chris pulled it out and opened it up to reveal a picture of Chris and Frankie. Their fingers were interlaced and they were pressed up against each other, smiling. Mac knew right away that Frankie would love it.

Its perfect, the boy said closing his eyes and smiling big.

Chris stood back up and paid Mr. Evans and then the pair left, wishing the old man a Merry Christmas. As they left, Chris slid the box into his coat pocket.

Alright, buddy, now its time for your present, the man said walking side by side with the eight year old.

And you said I could get anything I wanted, right? Mac asked looking up hopefully.

Yeah, as long as it doesnt cost more than $150, but you dont have to spend that much, Chris answered nervously.

The boy laughed as they entered the Kay-Bee Toys and into the frenzy of parents and children grabbing whatever they could. Chris shuddered, he may have just opened Pandoras Box.

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Frankie and Wilt strolled by the food court, watching the people trying to take a break from their present hunting. Every seat was filled, every table covered, and every person had armfuls of bags. In a way it was funny, but really it was just incredible. Christmas had become another commercialized holiday just like all the others, but at least the folks at Fosters knew how to really celebrate the holiday. Still, it didnt keep them from acting like everybody else, except they didnt have a lanky red friend to carry all their bags. Wilt had several very big, very full bags hanging from his good arm.

Come on, Wilt, Frankie called from her wheelchair, Only two more shops and were done!

She felt bad about making him carry all the bags, but well, the truth was she enjoyed having him around to do all the manual labor. In another week or so things would be back to normal. Shed be walking again and Herriman wouldnt let anyone help her. But until then shed have to live it up.

Hurry up you slowpoke! she called entering the Borders.

Wilt followed after her on wobbily legs. The things he did for family, sheesh!

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Mac fought his way through the crowd of boys gathered around the video game section and finally landed right in front of the wall depicting which games were available. There were so many to choose from! Should he get the new Final Fantasy or maybe Ultimate Spider-Man? Or maybe he should see if he could talk Chris into buying an X-Box 360, now that would be cool! The boy looked back to find Chris, but caught a glimpse, instead, of the one person he didnt expect to see againTerrence.

Mac went wide eyed and fell back against the kids that had pushed past him. They shoved back and the boy fell to the floor. He quickly sprang to his feet and spun searching for his brother only to find nothing. Had he imagined it? His mind was just playing tricks on him, right? Where was Chris, hed know what to do.

The boy pushed his way through the crowds looking for his friend, terrified to look back, fearing he would see his brother. He hoped against hope he was just imagining things when he crashed into someone and crumpled to the ground. The stranger turned around and looked down at the terrified boy smiling.

Hello baby brother, he said evilly as Mac screamed at the top of his lungs.

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Chris had lost sight of Mac and was now searching feverishly for him. He didnt know why he was so worried, but he just had a gut feeling something wasnt right. That was when he heard the scream.

MAC! Chris yelled at the top of his lungs catching sight of a mullet wearing teen.

As he shoved past the crowd something cold and hard collided with the back of his head. He fell to his knees and grabbed his head, looking behind him. There he stood, red fiery hair, the same height and stature, holding a lead pipe. Chris cringed as he tried to stand only to be grabbed by the collar and shoved through the crowd and then finally to the front of the store and through the giant windows, out into the mall with a loud crash.

The red haired man flashed a grin and then disappeared into the crowd as another scream rang out. Chris laid sprawled out on his back taking deep breaths. What had just happened?

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Mac flung his arms and kicked as Terrence lifted him up and started dragging him away. Amid the chaos and the yelling from the crowd, the kidnapping went unnoticed, that is until Terrence exited the store. Mac saw Chris on the ground covered in glass and called out his name, praying the man was alive.

Answering his prayers, Chris rolled onto his side and managed to say Macs name in a raspy voice as he watched the boy get dragged away. His glasses hung from his right ear as he slowly rose to his feet with the aid of several people. He had to help Mac, nothing else mattered! He was off balance as he started running and he quickly slumped over resting his hand on the wall.

Going somewhere? a voice came from behind.

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Frankie hummed a song as she cradled the book in her arms. She didnt think it was much of a present, but Chris had talked about it for so long, talkedhe had raved about it. Now she had finally found a present that would really surprise him. Wilt exited the electronics shop holding yet another bag.

Hey, Frankie, he said, all done, now all we gotta do is go find Mac and Chris and then

The red friend didnt finish as Mac ran up, tears pouring from his eyes and fear filling his face.

Mac! Whats wrong, wheres Chris? Frankie asked frantically.

There was a loud yell followed by a crash as Chris entered their view. He was holding his sides and limping as he approached them.

Oh my God! Wilt stammered catching Chris as he fell forward. What happened?

Behind them, screams filled the air as someone emerged from the rubble of a hand cream cart on the floor below them. His red eyes flashed as he bent down and then launched himself into the air, landing on the second floor softly. He brushed his hair back over his head revealing his face and laughing.

Partys just gettin started, where ya think youre goin? he demanded running at them.

Wilt set Chris down next to Frankie and Mac and stepped towards their attacker thrusting his leg forward. The red haired man leapt and brought his knees crashing down into Wilts face, toppling the tall friend. Frankie and Mac watched in fear as the man turned to face them.

No Frankie whispered recognizing his face.

He smiled wickedly revealing long sharp canine teeth. His eyes flared with flames as he began laughing. He looked exactly like Chris, who was laid not more than five feet away.

What dyou think, Frankie? he asked, We could be twins!

Terrence ran up from behind and skidded to a stop next to the red haired man.

You couldnt even handle an eight year old? he asked as Terrence breathed deeply. You really are pathetic.

Not as pathetic as you, you cheap rip off, a voice came weakly from behind.

So youre awake, huh? Well good, I was hoping to have some more fun with you before you die! the man said.

Chris was taking deep, ragged breaths as he watched his opponent circle him. His sides and head were on fire and his vision was blurring, but he had to do whatever he could, in case he needed to give Frankie and the others time to escape.

You gonna tell me who you are? Chris asked standing up to his full height and stepping back into a fighting stance.

The names Blaze, and Im more than you could ever hope to handle! Blaze yelled charging Chris.

To be continued

Sorry its so short, but this is the way I want it and that means that the next chapter will be extra long. Until then, later.