x The scuffle of feet, the shifting of fabric on the ground and then in the air, the small heave of breath as something heavy is lifted; and the luggage in in. after setting them down, chocolate eyes scanned the room, spacious and barely filled. The only items and articles there were fellow campers personal belongings. So the lone youth trucked the long and steady paces to his assigned bunk and then stopped. With a soft sigh, he dropped his bags on the floor just in front of the creaky twin bed. Well, this was going to be fun unpacking. Elias shook his full head of charcoal black hair and sighed again – he really did sigh a lot. It was just another curse. But back to unpacking. Elias crouched down beside the larger of his two bags, unzipping it and laying open the lid to reveal its contents. Aside from cloths the youth had packed a hair brush, tooth brush and paste, hair dryer, hair straightener, moose, hair spray(Aqua net rocks), miscellaneous hair clips and scrunchies, shampoo and conditioner. The majority of his belongings at that moment he realized – were hair products. And in all reality Elias didn't do much with his hair. Huh, wonder why he packed so much.

x Now on to th next bag. Unzipping it, Elias had to let a slight smile cross over his features. In this bag were his books, stacked neatly on top of his three pairs of shoes. Two pairs of converse – one red with back and white accents of skulls and swirls and the other grey with white vertical pinstripes – and a pair of black steel toed hiking boots. He was told to bring a good pair of walking shoes for long hikes and his uncle Markus bought him these for the 'summer camp experience'. Hah, Elias could almost laugh. Instead, the youth stood and then flopped on to the twin sized bed. A squeak and sigh escaped the bed as it sunk a bit. Elias scrunched up his pretty little nose in both disgust and confusion. Beds should not make these noises, ever. So with a still scrunched up nose, Elias squirmed and shifted around and tried to avoid the coils and lumps. With a more frustrated noise, the young coyote camper settled down and hooked his feet over one another to be more relaxed. “Thats a little better, I guess.” He half smiled and laced his fingers together under his head and on the pillow he had brought from home. Before sleeping in a strange bed, he'd be sure to sanitize it and make sure he had his pillow with him. Being a light sleeper meant issues with beds. And Elias was not a happy camper when unrested.

x What was that? Elias jumped up from his relaxed position and stared around. Wide eyes and about to wet himself he was so scared, the youth looked everywhere for the source of the noises he was hearing. Maybe it was a coyote! Wouldn't that just be his luck, eaten by a wild animal on his first day at summer camp. Though as the noises grew in volume his ears were able to decipher what it was. A person coming up the few steps to the cabin door! With a inhale of shock, the youth panicked. His lack of social skills lead him straight to the frightened and nervous stage. In a choice between fight or flight, Elias would flee in a heart beat. So at the last minute he flopped back down on his bed and closed his chocolate eyes. He figured whoever they were would leave him alone if he looked to be asleep. So his whole body almost shut down in one moment as he held his breath. Just waiting for the mystery person to come through the cabin door.

x Noises were heard. A creak of the door, the thud of steps and then the creak and slam of the door again. The thudding and stumbling steps had paused just inside, Elias guessed, before making their way to the back of the cabin. Taking a deep breath, Elias sighed with relief. The person seemed to have plopped down on his own bed and was still ignoring the presence of the flighty camper. But curiosity got the better of the youth as he let one heavily lashed eye open to peer out. Coast seemed clear enough, so he opened the other and slowly sat up. Sure enough, the mystery person was passed out on the farther bed. Carefully, making sure not to make any noises or sudden movements, Elias crawled off the bed. He thanked the heavens that he had worn vans, quiet shoes, today. Elias stifled a yawn and crept the seemingly long distance to the others limp form. As he got closer the heavy smell of alcohol reached him, scrunching up his pretty little nose the youth stepped closer. “Sir? Excuse me?'' He barely spoke above a whisper, frightened to wake him up, but at the same time really wanted to.

x When he got little to no reply, Elias showed slight frustration. Reaching out, he gently prodded the larger male in the side. “Are you the counselor?'' He could only guess seeing as this Asian man looked much older then him. Speaking of Asian, Elias had never actually seen one. Not wanting to be racist, but he was really more curious now because he was Asian. So as he waited for a reply, his deep chocolate eyes scanned nervously and warily over the sleeping mans features. He looked down at the sun glasses and reached down, picked them up and setting them on the edge of the bed so they wouldn't get broken before looking back at the man's face. “Excuse me? ... Hello?'' One more try, he told himself. Once more he slowly and gently prodded him....

x With the sudden movements from the sleeping man, Elias had barely any time to back away and give him space. And instead of that, the youth was grabbed hold of and manhandled on to the bed. With a muffled squeak, Elias shifted and stared with wide brown eyes at the rather angry older male. Oh no, this wouldn't be good. It couldn't be good. He barely opened his mouth to say something before the older man beat him to it. He winced and recoiled, closing his eyes to muster up some strength for a reply. ”I... I... uhh..” He stared blankly, fearfully as he stumbled and stuttered a bit. He didn't anticipate a very angry encounter, maybe a bat to the hands and a 'go away' but nothing like this. So with an uncomfortable shift, Elias forced his frightened gaze to meet this other mans and reply. But then he realized, meekly, that he and no real reason to be harassing him like this. So he couldn't really answer him. Shutting his mouth, the young camper swallowed hard and tried to show he didn't have a reason through facial expression and very slight shrug.

”Who are you?”

x Elias had another sudden wave of shock and fear. If he gave his name than the other would know who he was, he could come find him and beat him up. Now he really wanted to go home. Badly. Maybe after this he'd call his uncle and beg to come back and spend the summer with him. His question echoed in his mind and he wondered who this guy was. Though, lets not ask while he's so angry and just answer his question. Truthfully, because bullies like this get mad at liars. ”Elias... m-my names E-Elias.'' He tried to choke back his stutter, damn nervous habits kicking in to make him suffer more. His voice was breathy and soft, holding all of his meek and nervous emotions. If anything this might just confuse Eric more, the boys heavy Romanian accent lacy with a light tenor voice...

x His wide eyes scanned over the male to see if he should be concerned for his well being. He hoped this guy wouldn't hurt him... anymore than he had already. Elias was a fragile boy, his structure small and wispy. If Eric chose to hit or strike in anyway, the youth might break. But that brought him to another question of his. If this older man was a camp counselor, seeing as he looked too old to be a camper and had been drinking, why was he treating Elias like this? This was completely unorthodox and wrong. Which almost made him angry, or at least frustrated enough to choke out, ”W-who are you?''

x As the older male shifted on top of him, Elias stared in absolute horror. He had no idea how to help his frightened brain cope and process this all. All he could do was stare at the other and hope his meek and stuttering questions would be answered soon. He could tell the man was hungover, he recognized the smell and dizzy stupor as a parallel to what his father was like on a late friday night. His mother used to tell him it was because he had had a long and hard days work, but this man didn't seem to be one to work long hard hours everyday. If anything he was just a pervish camp counselor looking for a score. Sudden shock hit him as he thought this over, dear god he was going to be a victim! With a more uncomfortable and sick look, he barely registered that the man had said anything.

"EZ, your counselor.''

x Though these words barely sunk in as Elias felt a hand move around and then sudden grab him. With a slightly strangled and choked squeal, Elias jumped and stiffened up. His whole body went into a state of shock as his stomach did a few flips. Trying to comprehend what EZ had just down, and then where the others hand still was, Elias squirmed and whined lightly. A noise that was more pathetic and confused than anything. When it clicked in his muddled and in shock brain that his hand was not moving, Elias swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He tried to picture something happy, something to make this all go away. ... Not working.

"Any objections?''

x A little squeak left him as EZ spoke again, and if he thought there couldn't be any less space between them, EZ moved closer to him. A shiver or more of a shudder ran through his whole body as he felt the others tongue run up against his ear. This was not happening, Elias tried to tell himself. Though he knew deep down that his pretending wasn't making it go away. EZ weas still there, molesting him. He swallowed again and managed to shake his head a bit, more of a shift to pull his head away from Eric's. He was starting to panic again, though he didn't know if he had ever relaxed, his breathing more rapid and his cheeks flushed from the contact with older male. He made sure to remember his name, and that he was in fact, his counselor. If this went any further he'd tell... or at least try to.

x With every flex and controlled movement on the others part, Elias could feel himself reach the edge between nervousness and complete panic. When he hit panic, Elias would stop breathing and flail about a bunch to try to get away. Though this was only after all tolerance was drained and so far he had about twenty percent of his tolerance left. When EZ flexed his hand, the one conveinently located against his lower most sensitive area. With another muffled sqeak, Elias turned his head to the side and looked once around the room in hopes someone was there so he could scream or yell for help. Elias wouldn't bother wasting his breath if he couldn't see or hear anyone else. What was the point? If anything it would only excite his counselor more.

x This thought made him queasy. Elias swallowed hard and squirmed more, his movements weak and desperate. Since he already felt like just giving up and taking whatever sick idea EZ had in mind for him. What had he gotten himself into this time? All this time staying at camp was now going to be spent with a child rapist. Great fun that thought was, Elias cringed. He immediately blocked all those images from his mind as he brought himself back from the present. This could just be an accident? He could only be drunk and thinking Elias was someone he wasn't. Yeah, that was probably the case... he hoped.

x When EZ sat up, Elias stiffened and looked up at him, his wide chocolate eyes held all of his fear and innocence. He wished this would all just stop. And almost jumped when Eric's hand moved away from where it had been. Brown eyes flitted down a bit, as if trying to see where it was going. Well, it didn't go very far. In fact the muscles in Elias's stomach sucked in and tensed up as Eric's hand brushed against the button of his jeans. Oh no, nothing good could come of this. He squirmed and half heartedly fought to get away, before he stopped suddenly. Eric was slowing down, his head dropping to rest on his shoulder and his hand stopped. Blinking, Elias shifted his shoulders to see if EZ would move.

x He didn't. EZ was asleep. He had passed out. Thank. the. Gods. After a moment to relax and catch his breath, Elias finally used all his strength and weight to push EZ off of him. And... on to the floor the older male went. Sitting up quickly, Elias stared in horror to see if the counselor hadn't woken up. He didn't. With a relieved sigh, the young camper slid off the bed and shuddered and shook all the bad feelings and queasiness away before almost running out of the cabin.