He walked in the alley with purpose knowing what he would find. The inner feeling Jared had was pulling him to this location. It wasn't the first time he had been pulled out of his normal day to day activities to go somewhere special.
He had been out walking and just appreciating the evening. The smell of the various restaurants were blowing by him on the wind. Each gust of wind seemed to have the scent of different spices making his mouth water.
As he entered the dark alley, he could hear some voices, laughter and cries of pain. Jared walked slowly towards a small group of people standing over another person laying on the ground.
Jared was an imposing man, 6'3 inches, 230 lbs of solid muscle, dark hair, olive skin and piercing brown eyes.
He moved like a cat, soundlessly and covering ground quickly - something you would not expect of a man so large. As he appeared amongst the group of people, he uttered softly but commanding, "Leave the boy alone."
The three college-aged men had the build of football players and were quite startled at the sudden appearance of Jared.
"Fuck off dude. It doesn't concern you. He is just a fucking fag!" one of them said.
Jared spoke again, softly, commanding and without emotion, "Leave the boy alone."
The one who had spoken before turned. "You're a fag lover? Maybe we should do the same to you."
Jared looked at them one at a time and then spoke again. "Leave the boy alone. Everybody has the right to live within their path of life. This is your last warning, walk away now."
One of the college boys had enough and moved towards him. Jared looked at him, raising his muscled arm. He shoved his hand in the middle of the attacker's chest pushed hard, straight-arming him at the sternum throwing the man backwards. He was sent flying, only landing on his back about 7 feet away.
Jared looked at the other two men who were preparing to attack him. They seemed to hesitate at first before coming at him. Mid-stride, they caught glimpse of a white glow in Jared's eyes that gave them pause. They froze in their tracks.
"Leave the boy alone. Walk away now!" He repeated. Except this time the young men seemed to feel something inside them suggest they had better do as they were told as shivers ran down their spine. The two young men grabbed their barely moving buddy off the ground and dragged him out of the alley towards the street.
Jared looked at the young man on the ground, who was crying in pain and curled in a fetal position. He kneeled next to him and touched his shoulder gently. "My name is Jared. I am here to help you." He said in a calm voice. "What is your name?"
The young man looked up with difficulty, eyes barely open and replied in a whisper "Thank you for stopping them. T—Trent."
Jared could hear multiple sirens in the distance coming closer. Someone must have called 911. Jared placed his hand on the boy's forehead.
Trent felt the hand on his head, then a warming sensation moving from his head spreading down into his chest and abdomen. Jared sensed the injuries the boy had and knew he had to act quickly. Trent had been kicked repeatedly in the stomach and back.
Jared's thoughts focused on the damaged liver and kidney. Trent felt warmth in his lower stomach and his back. As the warmth increased, the pain in those areas decreased. His opened eyes stared at Jared in bewilderment, just before he went unconscious.
"Your eyes...they're glowin—" was Trent's last words. Jared could tell the boy was unconscious now. The police and ambulance had stopped in the alley and trained personnels were getting out running towards him.
One of the paramedics recognized him right away. "Hey Jared, what have you got?"
Jared noticed a policeman behind his buddy Troy.
"About 5 minutes ago, I heard a commotion in the alley and came to see what was going on. Three guys were putting the boots to this young man who was on the ground. I chased them away but didn't really get a good look at them in the dark.
"The boy has just gone unconscious but patent airway, regular breathing, tender left ribs, left arm deformed, abdomen soft and the rest unremarkable at the time I checked him. No other problems noted in the short time I was with him. " Jared said as he stood up, letting Troy and his partner take over treatment.
A short while later, the young man was all bundled up on the stretcher with IV's running.
As they were pushing the stretcher into the back of the ambulance, Troy confronted Jared "Thanks for being here buddy. When are you on shift next?"
"I'm back in the morning, day shift." Jared replied.
"Sounds good. See you in the morning at shift change, Jared."
Jared watched as the ambulance and police pulled away and out of the alley. He thought about Trent, the young man they had in the back of the ambulance.
'It would take some time for him to heal his couple of broken bones, but he wouldn't have been alive long if his liver and kidney hadn't been fixed right away. The kid's future path is strong and he's destined to be part of something which would make a difference in many people's lives. He would live, and grow stronger in his resolve to make a difference. This is a focal point in his life, for the positive.'
Jared walked to his apartment, his thoughts clear but his body tired. When he got home, he stripped off all his clothes and threw them into the dirty laundry basket.
It was a modest 3 bedroom apartment, with just enough furniture to fill it. Jared went into the washroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
At twenty-nine, he considered himself to be average. Most men and women would disagree and consider him to be one of the hottest men to walk the planet. His 6 foot 3 olive skinned body was toned, arms large, stomach flat, hairless except for his armpits, treasure trail and bush above his cock. His uncut cock was hanging down 5 inches soft.
He turned to the toilet and let loose a solid stream. Flushing it, he padded across the living room and grabbed his smartphone. Sitting down on the couch, he saw there were a couple of emails from his financial advisor. He replied to both of them, giving very clear directions as to what needed to be done.
He got up and went into the third bedroom to knell before a coffee table in the centre on a pillow. On the table were three white candles, and a clay bowl. In the clay bowl was a smudging bundle made of sweet grass, cedar and sage.
He used a wooden match to light the first candle. While doing this, he chanted, "I invoke the light within. I am a clear and perfect channel. Light is my guide." He did this for each of the three candles.
Using the center candle, he lit the smudging bundle, and then tapped it slightly in the bowl until the flames were out and smoke was now rising from it. He drew the smoke with his hands towards his heart, and then over his head. He did this for each arm, over his shoulders and pushing the smoke down his back, his stomach, the groin, and each leg. While doing this, he chanted prayers.
After covering all his body with the sacred smoke, he looked at the candles. Jared spoke aloud "Thank you, Creator for allowing me to continue to do your work." And as he reached and snuffed each candle, he said "The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."
Jared made sure the smudging bundle was out. He got up and went to bed, and fell into a peaceful sleep.