Lost_Soul4
Slut
...Interesting, hungbuzz. Those names would definitely work. Who else has a suggestion?
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My Fiery Angel
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mexamor
Sex God
LS4, I am at a loss for words. You writing talent is incredible. This story comes alive for me and fills me with wonder. Your poems are haunting and the prose comes alive in my mind. I see the actors and the scenes where these things transpire. Thank you for sharing your self with us, although I take it personally and feel like you are sharing with me. I don't think I can repay you for all of this to which I must thank you agian for this wonderful story and intimacy that you share.
The fact that you said "Gooder" totally makes me beleive that LS4 is better than you...
BTW LS4 I love this story, it's like a Quizzila story thing lol, but thats ok bc thats where i first found out i was gay...I'm sure you've heard of Lestat...lol. I'm weird for some reason the whole vampire thing is a turn-on
Lost_Soul4
Slut
......I am sorry, my readers, but until I can get a new computer (I'm using a friends), there will be no more updates for 'My Fiery Angel'. But don't worry! I still plan on finishing this. And there may even be a sequel to this story; you'll just have to wait and see how it ends. ~_^ But, still, the fact remains that I won't be able to update for a while and I apologize profusely. When I get my new computer, I'll fully explain myself later and beg for your forgiveness now. Thank you for reading!
harry113
JUB Addict
Hi LS4
Sorry your pc died
We wil just have to be patient !!!!!!!!
Harry
Sorry your pc died
We wil just have to be patient !!!!!!!!
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!!! I pounded continuously on the prison walls that contained me in my own mind, fighting the growing fear of what that bastard could do to Ian. There was no way that he would rape him…I hoped, but I didn’t hold much hope on that. If anything, the bastard within me was more of a sex fiend than I was.
I stepped back from the psychic wall, gathered as much power around my fist as I could and blasted my way through, collapsing it. I stepped out of my prison and onto the black expanse that was his domain within my mind. If I was given to fright from the likes of him, this place would have had me babbling like a fool in abject fear, the nothingness of the place, the rank chill that emanated from everything around me, and the lack of anything visual. Good thing I wasn’t then. Compared to most things, this was a walk in the park for me.
I don’t know how long I walk forward, but I never turned around. To turn around would have meant giving into fear and admitting to him that he was superior to me. I’d never give that bastard the satisfaction. So, I kept walking forward, never looking back or to the side, focusing only on what was in front of me. Eventually, I came upon him, standing cockily with a smug smirk on his face.
“Well, took you long enough,” he remarked.
“Meh; decided I liked the atmosphere, so I took a nap,” I replied.
“Hmph; guess I need to change my home some more.”
“Guess so.” I sent a psychic wave at him, but he managed to deflect it in time.
He laughed loudly. “Good! I was wondering when you’d attack me! This reminds me of our first meeting, doesn’t it?”
“Shut up,” I snarled and sent psychic bolts of energy at him, causing him to counter with his own.
“Don’t you remember? All that blood dripping through our fingers and the screams that rent the air? How those people ran from us as we hunted them down?”
“I said…SHUT…UP!!!” I formed a sickle using my psychic energy and ran at him, swinging it down with my charge. He barely had enough time to form some king of shield in defense as my strength sent him flying backwards.
“Remember when we tore through their chest cavities? How sensual it was to actually feel the beating of their hearts slowly stop? I especially enjoyed that young girl’s heart and how yielding her body was…”
My anger reached its peak and boosted my speed, the blade of my sickle whirling at speeds impossible for the human eye to be able to fully follow. Slowly, but surely, his shield was dissolving and I could see the fear in his eyes as he tried to put up more of a resistance, but I didn’t let him as I had already assumed control over his powers.
“It’s time to pay the piper,” I said in a deadly hiss, my tone iceberg cold. “You may reside in my body, but you are my other, my self, my POWER!!! It’s time you disappeared and never came back.” With one final swing, I ripped from his right should all the way down to his left hip, completely splitting him in two…well, three pieces as his arm got in the way of the cut.
As his body slowly began to dissolve and his power became mine, he grinned maniacally. “I hope you can protect your little fuck-toy from the army that is on its way here. They know precisely where you are, my pet. And they want you with a fury. Can you honestly say that you’re ready to-”
I shut him up by stepping on his head and grinding it under my foot. The power rushed into me and I returned to reality to find that the kitchen was destroyed and Ian was looking at me from the ground worriedly. I released my held breath in relief when I saw his clothes had remained on, but instantly sucked it back in when I saw the puncture wounds on his neck…the exact size as my canines and the same distance apart.
“Lex?” He asked me, worry in his voice and eyes. “What just happened?”
“My…other half appeared. But you don’t have to worry,” I rushed to reassure him as I stepped towards him, “he won’t be bothering you again.” He backed away from me every time I took a step towards him. I stopped and asked, “Ian? Is something…wrong?”
“Yeah, I would say so. Are you telling me you have that monster inside of you and you never bothered to tell me?” He yelled at me angrily. I could see that he was in shock and not really in control of what he was saying, but that didn’t banish the hurt those words caused. So, I made my decision and locked my emotions away.
“No, I never told you. It was never your business to know. He has been dealt with, so now I will take my leave of you so as not to be of any more pain.” I bowed to him, silently willing him to understand the significance of that action, but he was too enraged to notice. As I walked to the front door, I paused and turned to look at him. “By the way, you were nothing but a passing fancy, a distraction from this world that wasn’t all that distracting. You’ll find your money upstairs in my room. Good night and goodbye.”
I walked out into the night, shuddering as I heard his roar of pain and sorrow. I wanted so badly to go back and comfort him, to make him see how much this was hurting me and what it cost me to say those words to him, but I had to protect Ian at all costs. Even if I had to rip out my own heart to do so, he would be protected.
But…first things first; I had a date to arrange with my family.
I teleported into the living room, enjoying the looks of surprise on my grandfather’s, mother’s and…uncle’s faces. Well, well, well…so the fucktard had decided to stop by for a visit. Shame for him.
“Hello, Volstov family,” I greeted. “Are you prepared to see why they call me the Angel of Death?”
My former mother recovered first and sneered. “What are you gonna do, huh? Through a tantrum at us? Hah; we all know where you get your power and we have an arrangement with him.”
It didn’t really surprise me that that bastard had betrayed me and made a pact with them, but it was still amusing to see the shock on their faces when I told them, “He’s dead, bitch. His power is now mine.” He raised my right hand, formed a gun position with it and muttered, “Bang.” A burst of psychic energy rushed through the index finger and the air, pushing into her and knocking her backwards into the wall, where she crumpled into a heap.
I turned to my grandfather, who had pulled out a sword from his cane and ran at me, his form perfect in its action. Shame I was younger, stronger, and angrier. I formed two psychic swords, one to block the blade and the other to decapitate him. As his blood flecked my face, I turned to see that my uncle had pissed himself in fear. Sneering in disgust, I first exploded the organ most important to him: his cock. As he writhed on the ground in pain, I put my foot on his neck, making him stop moving and start to beg for mercy.
“Mercy?” I barked out, chuckling darkly. “Did you show me any mercy when you raped me? Lucky for you I can’t stomach touching your body with my skin; otherwise I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.” In truth, I can’t condone rape, not even for him. It was just too much a violation of the body for me to stand. After listening to his pleas for a full two minutes, I grew bored and silenced him…permanently, by squishing his neck.
I went through the house systematically, killing anyone I found. The last ones I found were in the throws of sex, the guy pumping nonstop into his woman. Now, I’m not much of a voyeur, but I decided to be merciful and let the guy climax before I killed him. They both did at the same time, and that was when they finally noticed me. Before they could scream, I used a psychic grip and strangled them to death. Hey, didn’t say they’d die nicely; just said they’d die after orgasm.
On the edges of my mind, I felt massive amounts of bloodlust gathering at a base somewhere in Washington D. C. Now, you’re probably wondering how I can feel that; with the increase of my powers, I can feel almost everyone on the planet, their thoughts barraging my mind with their thoughts and emotions. I focused on the blood-lust and teleported myself to the one with the biggest amount to find myself in an army compound, in front of some captain or other.
“How’d you get in here?!” He yelled at me. I just arched an eyebrow at him; what is it with military folks that they seem to think that yelling at people gets them the answers they want? What, did they think that everyone would instantly give in to their demands.
I could see the fury my silence caused him grow in his face and the worry and fear in the rest of the people in the room. So…this person had a history of having a nasty temper. “Hey, you should really watch yourself. Too much anger and you could give yourself a stroke.” I had to be a smartass before I acted on my plan; couldn’t help it.
“You,” he growled, “are dead.”
“Actually,” I corrected, “you are. You just don’t know it yet.” As he blinked at me in confusion, his arms slowly slipped off, followed by the collapse of his severed legs. As he tumbled to the ground, his head rolled off his neck, his blood pooling around his body. I glanced around me to find that the people were running away from me. Shows how much bravery the army has, or whatever division this was.
To make sure that this place and its ideas never got activated again, I sought out each person who knew about it and began to gather all the power within me, inadvertently activating my wings. They stretched behind me, their wingspan wider than before, nearly touching the walls. I gave a passing thought to Ian, hoping he could forgive me for what I was about to do and pumped each person I had tracked with all my power, teleporting myself to my haven in the city, blacking out from the shear magnanimity of the strain.
“Ian,” I whispered and collapsed.
Well, drawing to a close (finally!). Like I promised, I posted this chapter as soon as I could. Now, to fully explain my situation: No, my computer did not burn-out or anything of the sort. My mom found out about my orientation and basically threw a hissy-fit. She removed my account from our computer, stating that 'I could tune into those nasty sites while the five-year old could watch'. ...We do have a five year old in the house, but it's not like I'm not careful, dammit! Mom's basically a bitch, so there goes my hope for her to understand me better. Oh well; til next time!
LS4
I stepped back from the psychic wall, gathered as much power around my fist as I could and blasted my way through, collapsing it. I stepped out of my prison and onto the black expanse that was his domain within my mind. If I was given to fright from the likes of him, this place would have had me babbling like a fool in abject fear, the nothingness of the place, the rank chill that emanated from everything around me, and the lack of anything visual. Good thing I wasn’t then. Compared to most things, this was a walk in the park for me.
I don’t know how long I walk forward, but I never turned around. To turn around would have meant giving into fear and admitting to him that he was superior to me. I’d never give that bastard the satisfaction. So, I kept walking forward, never looking back or to the side, focusing only on what was in front of me. Eventually, I came upon him, standing cockily with a smug smirk on his face.
“Well, took you long enough,” he remarked.
“Meh; decided I liked the atmosphere, so I took a nap,” I replied.
“Hmph; guess I need to change my home some more.”
“Guess so.” I sent a psychic wave at him, but he managed to deflect it in time.
He laughed loudly. “Good! I was wondering when you’d attack me! This reminds me of our first meeting, doesn’t it?”
“Shut up,” I snarled and sent psychic bolts of energy at him, causing him to counter with his own.
“Don’t you remember? All that blood dripping through our fingers and the screams that rent the air? How those people ran from us as we hunted them down?”
“I said…SHUT…UP!!!” I formed a sickle using my psychic energy and ran at him, swinging it down with my charge. He barely had enough time to form some king of shield in defense as my strength sent him flying backwards.
“Remember when we tore through their chest cavities? How sensual it was to actually feel the beating of their hearts slowly stop? I especially enjoyed that young girl’s heart and how yielding her body was…”
My anger reached its peak and boosted my speed, the blade of my sickle whirling at speeds impossible for the human eye to be able to fully follow. Slowly, but surely, his shield was dissolving and I could see the fear in his eyes as he tried to put up more of a resistance, but I didn’t let him as I had already assumed control over his powers.
“It’s time to pay the piper,” I said in a deadly hiss, my tone iceberg cold. “You may reside in my body, but you are my other, my self, my POWER!!! It’s time you disappeared and never came back.” With one final swing, I ripped from his right should all the way down to his left hip, completely splitting him in two…well, three pieces as his arm got in the way of the cut.
As his body slowly began to dissolve and his power became mine, he grinned maniacally. “I hope you can protect your little fuck-toy from the army that is on its way here. They know precisely where you are, my pet. And they want you with a fury. Can you honestly say that you’re ready to-”
I shut him up by stepping on his head and grinding it under my foot. The power rushed into me and I returned to reality to find that the kitchen was destroyed and Ian was looking at me from the ground worriedly. I released my held breath in relief when I saw his clothes had remained on, but instantly sucked it back in when I saw the puncture wounds on his neck…the exact size as my canines and the same distance apart.
“Lex?” He asked me, worry in his voice and eyes. “What just happened?”
“My…other half appeared. But you don’t have to worry,” I rushed to reassure him as I stepped towards him, “he won’t be bothering you again.” He backed away from me every time I took a step towards him. I stopped and asked, “Ian? Is something…wrong?”
“Yeah, I would say so. Are you telling me you have that monster inside of you and you never bothered to tell me?” He yelled at me angrily. I could see that he was in shock and not really in control of what he was saying, but that didn’t banish the hurt those words caused. So, I made my decision and locked my emotions away.
“No, I never told you. It was never your business to know. He has been dealt with, so now I will take my leave of you so as not to be of any more pain.” I bowed to him, silently willing him to understand the significance of that action, but he was too enraged to notice. As I walked to the front door, I paused and turned to look at him. “By the way, you were nothing but a passing fancy, a distraction from this world that wasn’t all that distracting. You’ll find your money upstairs in my room. Good night and goodbye.”
I walked out into the night, shuddering as I heard his roar of pain and sorrow. I wanted so badly to go back and comfort him, to make him see how much this was hurting me and what it cost me to say those words to him, but I had to protect Ian at all costs. Even if I had to rip out my own heart to do so, he would be protected.
But…first things first; I had a date to arrange with my family.
I teleported into the living room, enjoying the looks of surprise on my grandfather’s, mother’s and…uncle’s faces. Well, well, well…so the fucktard had decided to stop by for a visit. Shame for him.
“Hello, Volstov family,” I greeted. “Are you prepared to see why they call me the Angel of Death?”
My former mother recovered first and sneered. “What are you gonna do, huh? Through a tantrum at us? Hah; we all know where you get your power and we have an arrangement with him.”
It didn’t really surprise me that that bastard had betrayed me and made a pact with them, but it was still amusing to see the shock on their faces when I told them, “He’s dead, bitch. His power is now mine.” He raised my right hand, formed a gun position with it and muttered, “Bang.” A burst of psychic energy rushed through the index finger and the air, pushing into her and knocking her backwards into the wall, where she crumpled into a heap.
I turned to my grandfather, who had pulled out a sword from his cane and ran at me, his form perfect in its action. Shame I was younger, stronger, and angrier. I formed two psychic swords, one to block the blade and the other to decapitate him. As his blood flecked my face, I turned to see that my uncle had pissed himself in fear. Sneering in disgust, I first exploded the organ most important to him: his cock. As he writhed on the ground in pain, I put my foot on his neck, making him stop moving and start to beg for mercy.
“Mercy?” I barked out, chuckling darkly. “Did you show me any mercy when you raped me? Lucky for you I can’t stomach touching your body with my skin; otherwise I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.” In truth, I can’t condone rape, not even for him. It was just too much a violation of the body for me to stand. After listening to his pleas for a full two minutes, I grew bored and silenced him…permanently, by squishing his neck.
I went through the house systematically, killing anyone I found. The last ones I found were in the throws of sex, the guy pumping nonstop into his woman. Now, I’m not much of a voyeur, but I decided to be merciful and let the guy climax before I killed him. They both did at the same time, and that was when they finally noticed me. Before they could scream, I used a psychic grip and strangled them to death. Hey, didn’t say they’d die nicely; just said they’d die after orgasm.
On the edges of my mind, I felt massive amounts of bloodlust gathering at a base somewhere in Washington D. C. Now, you’re probably wondering how I can feel that; with the increase of my powers, I can feel almost everyone on the planet, their thoughts barraging my mind with their thoughts and emotions. I focused on the blood-lust and teleported myself to the one with the biggest amount to find myself in an army compound, in front of some captain or other.
“How’d you get in here?!” He yelled at me. I just arched an eyebrow at him; what is it with military folks that they seem to think that yelling at people gets them the answers they want? What, did they think that everyone would instantly give in to their demands.
I could see the fury my silence caused him grow in his face and the worry and fear in the rest of the people in the room. So…this person had a history of having a nasty temper. “Hey, you should really watch yourself. Too much anger and you could give yourself a stroke.” I had to be a smartass before I acted on my plan; couldn’t help it.
“You,” he growled, “are dead.”
“Actually,” I corrected, “you are. You just don’t know it yet.” As he blinked at me in confusion, his arms slowly slipped off, followed by the collapse of his severed legs. As he tumbled to the ground, his head rolled off his neck, his blood pooling around his body. I glanced around me to find that the people were running away from me. Shows how much bravery the army has, or whatever division this was.
To make sure that this place and its ideas never got activated again, I sought out each person who knew about it and began to gather all the power within me, inadvertently activating my wings. They stretched behind me, their wingspan wider than before, nearly touching the walls. I gave a passing thought to Ian, hoping he could forgive me for what I was about to do and pumped each person I had tracked with all my power, teleporting myself to my haven in the city, blacking out from the shear magnanimity of the strain.
“Ian,” I whispered and collapsed.
Well, drawing to a close (finally!). Like I promised, I posted this chapter as soon as I could. Now, to fully explain my situation: No, my computer did not burn-out or anything of the sort. My mom found out about my orientation and basically threw a hissy-fit. She removed my account from our computer, stating that 'I could tune into those nasty sites while the five-year old could watch'. ...We do have a five year old in the house, but it's not like I'm not careful, dammit! Mom's basically a bitch, so there goes my hope for her to understand me better. Oh well; til next time!
LS4
harry113
JUB Addict
Hi LS4, Thanks for the update on your situation ...... so very sorry,your Mother's reaction is, unfortunately, so typical
More power to your elbow !! Don't give up !!
Hugs
Harry
More power to your elbow !! Don't give up !!
Hugs
Harry
I just found this story yesterday. Outstanding!
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Oh, Harry, you're a sweetie. Just for that, I might come out of hiding for a bit here and there. And, sheep, thank you. I'll probably have the next chapter up tonight or tomorrow, depending upon whether I fall asleep or not. So, behave, gentlemen!
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Well, well, well...hooked another vic-er, I mean, person. Thank you for the compliments, cks53200. If you have questions, go ahead and ask. There isn't, however, a guarantee I'll answer any of them, but there isn't one that says I won't. You won't know until you ask, so ask.
For you other readers, I'm afraid I hit a snag in the next chapter. I'll try to un-snare it, but it could take me a while...hopefully not very long.
For you other readers, I'm afraid I hit a snag in the next chapter. I'll try to un-snare it, but it could take me a while...hopefully not very long.
Lost_Soul4
Slut
...Oh, you did the one thing most people would advise you not to do: You. Pissed. Me. Off.
To answer your first question, I already KNOW that darkness does not equate evil. Actually, it is usually the things that are hidden that have the most value, the most need to protect. The things in the light are usually just for show, a face, a way for people to delude themselves into believing themselves safe. This is why I am obsessed with the darkness.
Now, for your second question, I never said anything about who is good or who is evil, because, frankly, all humans are both. There is no one wholly good or wholly evil. Each person has both in them, it is their own personalities that define them as good or bad. And, not once, will you ever see me say in this story, or any of my stories, that the bad guys are pure evil, besides the usual rant against them. This is in first person, you block-head. I have to go with how the character's feel about certain things and people, not my own person views! And the fact that I involved the military in this story-line is just my way of pointing out that some members of our military are corrupt and need to be decomissioned. Removed. You get my point.
Now, if you have any other things you want to ask me, do so now. You'd be surprised at what I can understand. And what I tell other people is of no concern to you.
To answer your first question, I already KNOW that darkness does not equate evil. Actually, it is usually the things that are hidden that have the most value, the most need to protect. The things in the light are usually just for show, a face, a way for people to delude themselves into believing themselves safe. This is why I am obsessed with the darkness.
Now, for your second question, I never said anything about who is good or who is evil, because, frankly, all humans are both. There is no one wholly good or wholly evil. Each person has both in them, it is their own personalities that define them as good or bad. And, not once, will you ever see me say in this story, or any of my stories, that the bad guys are pure evil, besides the usual rant against them. This is in first person, you block-head. I have to go with how the character's feel about certain things and people, not my own person views! And the fact that I involved the military in this story-line is just my way of pointing out that some members of our military are corrupt and need to be decomissioned. Removed. You get my point.
Now, if you have any other things you want to ask me, do so now. You'd be surprised at what I can understand. And what I tell other people is of no concern to you.
Lost_Soul4
Slut
*takes a very deep breathe* Alright, I think we both got off on the wrong foot here. Let me go through the reasons why I was pissed off. First, the way you wrote your second reply had it sounding like a direct attack on my story and it didn't have a very good reason to it and that is one of my buttons not to push. Second, the way you wrote your questions made it seem like I was a dunce and had no idea of what I was writing about. Now that you know the reasons why I was pissed off, I'd like to apologize for insulting you. I too have a lacking in social manners. As you can also tell, when it comes to my stories, I have a VERY short temper. As for talking less, I won't stop you. Only you can stop yourself from doing something.
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Okay, let me just clue you in on one little thing about 'Fantasies'. I set that thread up so that people could write and tell me their individual fantasies that they would like to read about. If you notice after I finished the little bold lines, I think you'll get my point. *cheeky grin* And, I know I really should update this thing like, real soon. Only a couple more chapters to go and maybe a sequel, depending upon how I end it and people's responses. So far, it's leaning into the sequel area. What do you think?
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Hmmm, yes, it most definitely is. Well, I'm going to bed. If I don't, I'm going to fall asleep at the comp and that's not good for my back. 
Plus, I was only teasing about the oblivious thing. Not everything I say is to be taken exactly as it's typed/said. ...By the way, is there a fantasy of yours that you would like me to write?
Plus, I was only teasing about the oblivious thing. Not everything I say is to be taken exactly as it's typed/said. ...By the way, is there a fantasy of yours that you would like me to write?
Lost_Soul4
Slut
I screamed after he left. I ranted, I raved, I pretty much demolished the house in a vain attempt to release the rage that filled me. I was nothing but a whore to him?! He didn’t care if I hurt after all the things he said to me?!?! I wanted to KILL HIM!!!
Soon, though, my rage cooled into despair. I knew there was nothing I could do against him; he could twist me into a miniature pretzel with barely a thought. Compared to him, I was an ant fighting a cat; destined to be squished for my impertinence. So, what could I do, besides sit on the floor, laughing my head off as I cried? That’s right; the big, heroic jock that I am cried like a little baby at the simple rejection of a boy.
My rational returned to me…eventually, and I got to straightening the house back up. The food was stale and cold, so I had no choice but to throw it away. You have no idea how much I hate throwing away food, especially food that I’ve cooked. But, it was no longer edible, so I had little choice in the matter.
“I’m such a fool,” I chastised myself aloud. Why hadn’t I seen it? Why hadn’t I…realized it when I first met him? He always had this…air of superiority around him, like everyone around him was beneath him. Even though the family had started out as middle-wage, like my dad and I, they eventually moved to the more ritzier houses, the ones that prove you have the…glam and power. Or however those idiotic rappers pronounce it nowadays.
I couldn’t fool myself for long, though. I knew why I hadn’t seen it; I hadn’t WANTED to see it. I had seen in him a possible friend, someone I could just…be myself around. I had pushed away all his faults and imagined him with too many good qualities, things that he apparently didn’t have. He had never loved me, not like I ever loved him. But…was it so wrong to imagine that he did?
I couldn’t stop the question and, frankly, I didn’t want to. I knew I was being stupid about it, wanting him to love me, cherish me. But, sometimes, the heart knows what it is that the head won’t admit. That I will always love…
‘Ian,’ a voice whispered across my mind, causing me to jerk and twist around in fear. I saw no one, but I knew…I knew there was a possibility he was here. ‘Ian,’ it whispered again. ‘Ian, come to me, please.’
“No,” I muttered aloud, not caring if he could hear me or not. He could always read my thoughts. “No, you can’t make me.”
‘Ian, please…’ The voice got weaker for a moment, causing my heart to momentarily stutter to a stop in fear before anger replaced it.
“Go to hell, you bastard,” I snarled at the air. “Leave me alone, in peace! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to stop loving you? Well, you’ve got it, you son of a bitch.” I suddenly laughed as a thought crossed my mind. “I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Alex? Like mother, like son,” I spat.
‘……cat………letter……’ His voice dropped out and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was gone, for the moment. What did he mean by ‘cat’ and ‘letter’? Like I give a damn about some stupid cat of his and a letter from him. You know what, I remember him leaving all his stuff here, so I think I’m going to go up and throw it in the dumpster! That’s what I’ll do.
……Only problem was, as soon as I got up to his room, something about the room warned me to stay away, to keep out. Even as I took an involuntary step back, I raged internally at myself, chastising my body for being weak. But……I turned away from the door and decided to take care of it tomorrow. The stuff wasn’t going anywhere, I rationalized. It would keep.
It kept for a week; that was how long it took me to gather up the courage to finally enter his room and all through that week, I was assaulted by his voice at intermittent times, completely random in appearance, but one thing was always the same: His voice was weaker each and every time. So either he was getting farther away or he was…
I didn’t have time for wild fantasies. I braced myself, grabbed his doorknob and entered his room. It was exactly the same as I had last seen it, when I had put in that stuffed black cat on that fateful day…I blinked. Black…cat? Hadn’t he mentioned a cat and a letter when he first spoke to me in my mind?
I looked around and, yep, there was the cat, sitting up right on his bed, with some sort of metallic disk on it, sort of like a DVD. Was that the letter? I pulled it out of the collar that it was put in, and almost dropped it when it started to whirl and zoomed away from me. As it spun continuously about a couple of inches off the ground, an image began to flicker into life above it. It eventually solidified into the shape of Lex, sitting on his bed, without the stuffed cat, meaning it was recorded earlier than that day.
“If you’re watching this, hopefully the first person to see this is you, Ian, then that means I have absorbed all the energy of my other.” What the hell was going on? I thought to myself?! This was something out of a scifi flick or something. “I know, I know; this looks like something out of Star Wars, right?” He said with a small smile and a quiet chuckle, exactly like he would if he was making a joke. “Well, sad to say, this is going to sound extremely like science fiction. I am, as you probably know, a psychic, a freak, as some others would say. I used to be counted among those others when regarding people like me…especially when regarding me. I always viewed myself as a freak, an abomination, a misconduct of nature, something that wasn’t meant to have been. That opinion of myself didn’t change until I met you, Ian. That is, met the real you and fell in love with you.
“I still hold onto the belief, though, of one of my opinions of myself: I was never meant to have been.” He said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly that I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re wrong, Lex!” I yelled, forgetting my anger at him and that it was a hologram. “You were put on this Earth for a purpose!”
“You’d probably say that I had a purpose to fulfill on this planet, Ian,” Lex stated, almost mimicking my words exactly. “That I had a…destiny to fulfill. And, you’re right; I do have a destiny to fulfill: My destiny is to die. You see, I’ve always known that, at some point in my life, I would die early. I had too much power to completely control it, too much control to fully release it; frankly, I just had too much.
“The only reason why I didn’t die at an early age was because I had split myself into two different people: Myself, the one you know as Lex, and my other, a being of unimaginable power that doesn’t really have a name. He’s never really cared for a name before and nothing truly fits him. I divided my power between us, taking a little for myself and giving him the greater majority. That’s why, when he comes out, I always seem to become…super human, if you will.
“But, I knew…I knew a day would come when he and I would have to merge together and I would have to reclaim my power. It probably happened at a really good part too, didn’t it?” He asked with a sad, knowing smile. “He always had the worst timing, you know? I called him my personal ‘party crasher’.
“Well, enough of history; you’re probably almost asleep by now. After all, you always did sleep during that class and beg me for the notes. I’m going to reveal something to you, Ian, that may come as a shock to you, so be prepared and…you may want to sit down.” I remained standing and he seemed to expect that. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Remember that day, when your fan girl had her brother abduct me and put a gun to me? The day that you were shot? I’m going to be blunt here and make a long story short…”
“Too late,” I muttered, remembering that line from the movie, ‘Clue’, featuring Tim Curry.
“You died.” I stared at his image for a few seconds and fell to the floor in shock, dumb-struck. “The bullet entered your heart and pierced right through it. The only reason you’re still alive is because I used HIS power to bring you back to life, at the cost of several people’s lives, of course. He never does a thing for free. Luckily, assassins, really stupid assassins in my opinion, came after me and were used to sate him.
“But, that’s ancient history now. Now we come to the reason for this recording. If I have absorbed his power, if I have become nearly all-powerful, then I want you to know that you have a week and a day to spend with me before my body collapses on itself and I…basically vanish off the face of the Earth. Just know that, whatever I said, whatever I did to you, I did it so that it would hurt less when I died. You probably hate me right now, right? You want to punch me, kick me, yell at me, don’t you? Even though it probably killed me to say those things to you, if, given the chance to do it again, and it was the only way to keep you safe, I would have done it all over again. I would willingly becoming a monster to keep my guardian angel pure.” He reached forward and cupped his hand, as if stroking my tear-stained cheek. “Good-bye, my angel. Know that this demon will always love you.” The image flickered and vanished, letting the disc fall to the floor limply.
As I stared at it, Lex’s voice suddenly came to me. ‘Ian, come to me, please.’
“Where…where are you?” I asked.
‘Park…woods…lake…’ And that was all I needed to hear. I raced downstairs, grabbed my keys, jumped into my car and tore down the street, ignoring all shouts and yells aimed at me. I parked in the parking lot that was attached to the city’s park and stared around, trying to guess where he could be. I knew there was a lake somewhere deep within the park’s forest, but, for some reason that many people couldn’t figure out, the lake seemed to move around, never being in the same spot twice. Now, here’s what I really think was going on: The person either entered at a different point, or got lost in the woods. There was no way a lake could…I take that back; after the things I’ve seen and experienced, there’s no way I’m going to disbelieve something like that could happen.
So, taking a deep breathe, I marched into the woods, keeping a look out for any wildlife that might be lurking about. Living close to the mountains, we occasionally get the odd wolf or fox, but they always kept away from humans. …Except on full-moons…now I’m just freaking myself out. Ain’t no way there are such things as werewolves or shape shifters. Psychics, I can believe that; seen it with my own eyes. Moving lakes, I can believe that too; weirder things of nature have happened. But werewolves? Not likely.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I had reached the lake until I stepped my foot into it and water seeped in through my sneakers. I hastily pulled it out; that water was cold! Looking around, I saw a body slumped up against a tree a few meters away. Running up to it, I was started to see that it was indeed Lex.
He looked so pale, so thin, like he hadn’t eaten in days…which he probably hadn’t. But the thing that really caught my attention was the fizzling shape of wings that were sprouting out of his back that were slowly dissolving. By my guess, he had about a foot of wingspan left.
“You came,” he whispered to me, bringing my attention back to his face to see him smiling slightly.
“Of course I came; you called, didn’t you?”
“I was so…afraid that you wouldn’t come. You didn’t come for so long that I…gave up hoping that you would. Why didn’t you come sooner?”
“I was…scared, upset, angry. I didn’t want to forgive you for saying what you did to me. After your letter, though…I realized what I jerk I was and how this was probably eating you up inside.”
“I’m so sorry,” he cried harshly, his body shaking with emotion as he lifted a weak hand to my face. “I never meant to…hurt you, so much. I just wanted to protect my…angel. My fiery angel.”
I shook my head slightly, kissing his palm. “No; if anyone’s an angel, it’s you. You protect people from so many things-”
“I’m no angel,” he interrupted, his voice harsh. “I’ve done too many things, too many…disgusting things to ever be an angel. I have never been pure, not since the day I was eight. That’s a…long time. A long time…” he faded a little and I saw that his wings were nearly gone.
“What’s-what’s up with your wings?” I asked, dreading the answer I already knew.
“Hmmm? My…wings? Aren’t they beautiful? Shame that they’re going bye-bye. Pretty things shouldn’t go bye-bye.” I closed my eyes and pressed his hand to my forehead, fighting back tears. So, my guess was right; his life was linked to his wings, along with his mind. He was already like a child.
“I love you, Lex,” I told him, wanting to say it, just once.
He smiled at me, child-like. “I love you too, Micky.” I choked up at the childish pet name. When we were younger, he had a hard time with English, having just moved from Russia and couldn’t pronounce my first name, so he dubbed me ‘Micky’.
I watched him as his wings slowly crept closer and closer to his body, and felt his hands steadily get tighter and tighter as they squeezed my hand. I held him past the point when his body began to shake, past the point when his body slowly became as cold as ice. I held him for so long that I didn’t even notice the time. All I knew was that I held him.
As dawn crested the hills and light pierced through the forest leaves, my mind realized that…he was gone. My light…was finally gone. And…I wept.
...And there we have it. Only the epilogue is left. Now, I leave it up to you, my beloved readers, to decide: Is there or is there not going to be a sequel? I will tally the votes accordingly and you will see in the epilogue whether or not there will be a sequel. Thank you all for your responses and encouragements. I look forward to my continued presence on this board.
Soon, though, my rage cooled into despair. I knew there was nothing I could do against him; he could twist me into a miniature pretzel with barely a thought. Compared to him, I was an ant fighting a cat; destined to be squished for my impertinence. So, what could I do, besides sit on the floor, laughing my head off as I cried? That’s right; the big, heroic jock that I am cried like a little baby at the simple rejection of a boy.
My rational returned to me…eventually, and I got to straightening the house back up. The food was stale and cold, so I had no choice but to throw it away. You have no idea how much I hate throwing away food, especially food that I’ve cooked. But, it was no longer edible, so I had little choice in the matter.
“I’m such a fool,” I chastised myself aloud. Why hadn’t I seen it? Why hadn’t I…realized it when I first met him? He always had this…air of superiority around him, like everyone around him was beneath him. Even though the family had started out as middle-wage, like my dad and I, they eventually moved to the more ritzier houses, the ones that prove you have the…glam and power. Or however those idiotic rappers pronounce it nowadays.
I couldn’t fool myself for long, though. I knew why I hadn’t seen it; I hadn’t WANTED to see it. I had seen in him a possible friend, someone I could just…be myself around. I had pushed away all his faults and imagined him with too many good qualities, things that he apparently didn’t have. He had never loved me, not like I ever loved him. But…was it so wrong to imagine that he did?
I couldn’t stop the question and, frankly, I didn’t want to. I knew I was being stupid about it, wanting him to love me, cherish me. But, sometimes, the heart knows what it is that the head won’t admit. That I will always love…
‘Ian,’ a voice whispered across my mind, causing me to jerk and twist around in fear. I saw no one, but I knew…I knew there was a possibility he was here. ‘Ian,’ it whispered again. ‘Ian, come to me, please.’
“No,” I muttered aloud, not caring if he could hear me or not. He could always read my thoughts. “No, you can’t make me.”
‘Ian, please…’ The voice got weaker for a moment, causing my heart to momentarily stutter to a stop in fear before anger replaced it.
“Go to hell, you bastard,” I snarled at the air. “Leave me alone, in peace! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to stop loving you? Well, you’ve got it, you son of a bitch.” I suddenly laughed as a thought crossed my mind. “I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Alex? Like mother, like son,” I spat.
‘……cat………letter……’ His voice dropped out and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was gone, for the moment. What did he mean by ‘cat’ and ‘letter’? Like I give a damn about some stupid cat of his and a letter from him. You know what, I remember him leaving all his stuff here, so I think I’m going to go up and throw it in the dumpster! That’s what I’ll do.
……Only problem was, as soon as I got up to his room, something about the room warned me to stay away, to keep out. Even as I took an involuntary step back, I raged internally at myself, chastising my body for being weak. But……I turned away from the door and decided to take care of it tomorrow. The stuff wasn’t going anywhere, I rationalized. It would keep.
It kept for a week; that was how long it took me to gather up the courage to finally enter his room and all through that week, I was assaulted by his voice at intermittent times, completely random in appearance, but one thing was always the same: His voice was weaker each and every time. So either he was getting farther away or he was…
I didn’t have time for wild fantasies. I braced myself, grabbed his doorknob and entered his room. It was exactly the same as I had last seen it, when I had put in that stuffed black cat on that fateful day…I blinked. Black…cat? Hadn’t he mentioned a cat and a letter when he first spoke to me in my mind?
I looked around and, yep, there was the cat, sitting up right on his bed, with some sort of metallic disk on it, sort of like a DVD. Was that the letter? I pulled it out of the collar that it was put in, and almost dropped it when it started to whirl and zoomed away from me. As it spun continuously about a couple of inches off the ground, an image began to flicker into life above it. It eventually solidified into the shape of Lex, sitting on his bed, without the stuffed cat, meaning it was recorded earlier than that day.
“If you’re watching this, hopefully the first person to see this is you, Ian, then that means I have absorbed all the energy of my other.” What the hell was going on? I thought to myself?! This was something out of a scifi flick or something. “I know, I know; this looks like something out of Star Wars, right?” He said with a small smile and a quiet chuckle, exactly like he would if he was making a joke. “Well, sad to say, this is going to sound extremely like science fiction. I am, as you probably know, a psychic, a freak, as some others would say. I used to be counted among those others when regarding people like me…especially when regarding me. I always viewed myself as a freak, an abomination, a misconduct of nature, something that wasn’t meant to have been. That opinion of myself didn’t change until I met you, Ian. That is, met the real you and fell in love with you.
“I still hold onto the belief, though, of one of my opinions of myself: I was never meant to have been.” He said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly that I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re wrong, Lex!” I yelled, forgetting my anger at him and that it was a hologram. “You were put on this Earth for a purpose!”
“You’d probably say that I had a purpose to fulfill on this planet, Ian,” Lex stated, almost mimicking my words exactly. “That I had a…destiny to fulfill. And, you’re right; I do have a destiny to fulfill: My destiny is to die. You see, I’ve always known that, at some point in my life, I would die early. I had too much power to completely control it, too much control to fully release it; frankly, I just had too much.
“The only reason why I didn’t die at an early age was because I had split myself into two different people: Myself, the one you know as Lex, and my other, a being of unimaginable power that doesn’t really have a name. He’s never really cared for a name before and nothing truly fits him. I divided my power between us, taking a little for myself and giving him the greater majority. That’s why, when he comes out, I always seem to become…super human, if you will.
“But, I knew…I knew a day would come when he and I would have to merge together and I would have to reclaim my power. It probably happened at a really good part too, didn’t it?” He asked with a sad, knowing smile. “He always had the worst timing, you know? I called him my personal ‘party crasher’.
“Well, enough of history; you’re probably almost asleep by now. After all, you always did sleep during that class and beg me for the notes. I’m going to reveal something to you, Ian, that may come as a shock to you, so be prepared and…you may want to sit down.” I remained standing and he seemed to expect that. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Remember that day, when your fan girl had her brother abduct me and put a gun to me? The day that you were shot? I’m going to be blunt here and make a long story short…”
“Too late,” I muttered, remembering that line from the movie, ‘Clue’, featuring Tim Curry.
“You died.” I stared at his image for a few seconds and fell to the floor in shock, dumb-struck. “The bullet entered your heart and pierced right through it. The only reason you’re still alive is because I used HIS power to bring you back to life, at the cost of several people’s lives, of course. He never does a thing for free. Luckily, assassins, really stupid assassins in my opinion, came after me and were used to sate him.
“But, that’s ancient history now. Now we come to the reason for this recording. If I have absorbed his power, if I have become nearly all-powerful, then I want you to know that you have a week and a day to spend with me before my body collapses on itself and I…basically vanish off the face of the Earth. Just know that, whatever I said, whatever I did to you, I did it so that it would hurt less when I died. You probably hate me right now, right? You want to punch me, kick me, yell at me, don’t you? Even though it probably killed me to say those things to you, if, given the chance to do it again, and it was the only way to keep you safe, I would have done it all over again. I would willingly becoming a monster to keep my guardian angel pure.” He reached forward and cupped his hand, as if stroking my tear-stained cheek. “Good-bye, my angel. Know that this demon will always love you.” The image flickered and vanished, letting the disc fall to the floor limply.
As I stared at it, Lex’s voice suddenly came to me. ‘Ian, come to me, please.’
“Where…where are you?” I asked.
‘Park…woods…lake…’ And that was all I needed to hear. I raced downstairs, grabbed my keys, jumped into my car and tore down the street, ignoring all shouts and yells aimed at me. I parked in the parking lot that was attached to the city’s park and stared around, trying to guess where he could be. I knew there was a lake somewhere deep within the park’s forest, but, for some reason that many people couldn’t figure out, the lake seemed to move around, never being in the same spot twice. Now, here’s what I really think was going on: The person either entered at a different point, or got lost in the woods. There was no way a lake could…I take that back; after the things I’ve seen and experienced, there’s no way I’m going to disbelieve something like that could happen.
So, taking a deep breathe, I marched into the woods, keeping a look out for any wildlife that might be lurking about. Living close to the mountains, we occasionally get the odd wolf or fox, but they always kept away from humans. …Except on full-moons…now I’m just freaking myself out. Ain’t no way there are such things as werewolves or shape shifters. Psychics, I can believe that; seen it with my own eyes. Moving lakes, I can believe that too; weirder things of nature have happened. But werewolves? Not likely.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I had reached the lake until I stepped my foot into it and water seeped in through my sneakers. I hastily pulled it out; that water was cold! Looking around, I saw a body slumped up against a tree a few meters away. Running up to it, I was started to see that it was indeed Lex.
He looked so pale, so thin, like he hadn’t eaten in days…which he probably hadn’t. But the thing that really caught my attention was the fizzling shape of wings that were sprouting out of his back that were slowly dissolving. By my guess, he had about a foot of wingspan left.
“You came,” he whispered to me, bringing my attention back to his face to see him smiling slightly.
“Of course I came; you called, didn’t you?”
“I was so…afraid that you wouldn’t come. You didn’t come for so long that I…gave up hoping that you would. Why didn’t you come sooner?”
“I was…scared, upset, angry. I didn’t want to forgive you for saying what you did to me. After your letter, though…I realized what I jerk I was and how this was probably eating you up inside.”
“I’m so sorry,” he cried harshly, his body shaking with emotion as he lifted a weak hand to my face. “I never meant to…hurt you, so much. I just wanted to protect my…angel. My fiery angel.”
I shook my head slightly, kissing his palm. “No; if anyone’s an angel, it’s you. You protect people from so many things-”
“I’m no angel,” he interrupted, his voice harsh. “I’ve done too many things, too many…disgusting things to ever be an angel. I have never been pure, not since the day I was eight. That’s a…long time. A long time…” he faded a little and I saw that his wings were nearly gone.
“What’s-what’s up with your wings?” I asked, dreading the answer I already knew.
“Hmmm? My…wings? Aren’t they beautiful? Shame that they’re going bye-bye. Pretty things shouldn’t go bye-bye.” I closed my eyes and pressed his hand to my forehead, fighting back tears. So, my guess was right; his life was linked to his wings, along with his mind. He was already like a child.
“I love you, Lex,” I told him, wanting to say it, just once.
He smiled at me, child-like. “I love you too, Micky.” I choked up at the childish pet name. When we were younger, he had a hard time with English, having just moved from Russia and couldn’t pronounce my first name, so he dubbed me ‘Micky’.
I watched him as his wings slowly crept closer and closer to his body, and felt his hands steadily get tighter and tighter as they squeezed my hand. I held him past the point when his body began to shake, past the point when his body slowly became as cold as ice. I held him for so long that I didn’t even notice the time. All I knew was that I held him.
As dawn crested the hills and light pierced through the forest leaves, my mind realized that…he was gone. My light…was finally gone. And…I wept.
...And there we have it. Only the epilogue is left. Now, I leave it up to you, my beloved readers, to decide: Is there or is there not going to be a sequel? I will tally the votes accordingly and you will see in the epilogue whether or not there will be a sequel. Thank you all for your responses and encouragements. I look forward to my continued presence on this board.
