James Thurston picked up the things he had checked in two years ago from the guard's office. At one point in time, each of these items meant something to him. Now, they were just shit to hock for cash, except for the necklace his sister had given to him just before his world was destroyed. Having been wrongly convicted of abusing his younger sister, James had been sent through the system for two years. The first six months were rough. His ass still hurt when he remembered all the ass rapes he had been victim to. His voice was scratchy and deeper because of all the cocks shoved down his throat and puberty. All of the guards and inmates at Peterborough's Juvenile Rehabilitation Center would recognize the young man leaving its confines as James but no one who knew him two years ago would. With nothing to do except lift weights, James' body had blossomed. He still smiled at the last kid who had tried to fuck his ass without his permission. The guards never knew who had done it but the bastard's cronies knew and shied away from the skinny boy who had managed to get the kid's own fist up his own ass. It had been quite a site to see the burly kid with his hand shoved up his own ass. The shoulder had been dislocated and never regained full function. He also walked bowlegged and made sure he knew where the closest bathroom was. James had taken over the gang at that point. From that day forward, he was known as Mongoose or Goose for short. No ever questioned the Snake gang on why their leader changed from Rattler, a big brawler, to a lean but well-defined kid named Goose.<br/><br/>Goose walked out  of the Rehab Center and dusted his feet at the end of the walk. He was never coming back here and he was never going to jail again. Deep in his heart, he had hoped to see his father and his sister waiting for him but since his letters had been returned unopened and he had never seen either of them since that day in court, he wasn't too disappointed when no one was there to greet him. Slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, he started on the ten mile hike to town.<br/><br/>As he walked, he recalled the day that he was sentenced for sexually and physically abusing his little sister. Anyone that knew James then would have scoffed at the idea. He loved his sister, much more than he should if he was truly honest. But, at the tender age of fourteen, his mother had walked out on her family, leaving behind a bitter husband, a fourteen year old son, and a twelve year old daughter. Dad had never been the same since, thought Goose. He began calling all women bitches, cockteases, and sluts. When his daughter began to grow breasts, he refused to buy her sensible clothes but always bought racy things from sex shops. Soon the whole school was calling her a slut and a whore, even though she was a virgin. At least, that is what Goose believed to be true then. It was soon after that the physical shit began. It always boggled Goose's mind when he thought about how his father had managed to turn the tale around so the brother, James, was the abuser.<br/><br/>"Two fuckin' years of hell," he hissed aloud. "You're going to wish you had fessed up, bastard."<br/><br/>Three hours into his new freedom, Goose walked into the Snake gang's headquarters. A couple of the members had been released a few months before to rejoin the original gang. They had spread word about the hostile takeover and warned the outside leaders to not fight with Goose. They had wisely taken the advice and sent word to Goose that he was welcome to resume the leadership of the Snake gang once he was released. There were eight members at the moment, with three more inside juvenile hall. His stare bored into King, the second-in-command, eyes.<br/><br/>"Where is she?" Goose asked quietly. There was no reason to elaborate who he meant. Everyone in the Snake gang knew Goose's story. The ones that had been outside the longest had managed to track down where Goose's father had moved to. He had enrolled Goose's sister into a Catholic school, not to get her a religious education but for the outfit. King gave Goose the address of the school. With a nod, Goose went upstairs and crashed.<br/><br/>The next morning, Goose took a bus to the block the school was located at. He had gotten up early and spent a little extra time in getting himself presentable. This was going to be a test to see if his own sister recognized him. Leaning against the wall by the school entrance, he took out a book and began reading until he saw her walk by. 'Damn, she is HOT,' he thought to himself. Coughing, he looked up and caught her eyes.<br/><br/>"Hey there, beautiful. Any idea where I can find the library?"