My Fiery Angel

[Lost_Soul4]

The bitch had finally done it. She’d gone and done precisely what she had promised to do so many years ago. It surprised me really that she hadn’t figured it out earlier. Thing was, her warning was still ringing in my mind.

“If I find out that someone in this house likes someone of the same sex, they are out of here and disowned!” She’d said it with a snarl, too. It’s not like the bitch could have mucked up my life any more than usual, could she? Ha!

I still don’t know why I did it, I don’t know why I had said anything at all. I knew what would happen when I had gone up to her and told her I liked guys as much as girls. Hell, I’m lucky to be breathing the way she exploded at me. My only saving grace was the fact that she allowed me to get my stuff and she gave me three hundred dollars to live on. Not a whole hell of a lot in this day and age, but enough to make a start.

Right now, though, I am living in some rinky-dink hotel not too far from school. Currently, at this given moment in my sad and pathetic life, my face is planted directly against my desk in my chemistry class, my eyes closed and my mind contemplating how much worse my day could possibly be.

My question was answered when someone asked me, “What’s the matter, Alex?”

I didn’t lift my head, didn’t bother to even open my eyes to deign the bastard with the fact that I was listening to him. Hell, there was only one person in this God-forsaken school who would dare call me ‘Alex’ and he was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.

And yet, I heard my voice growl at him, “Lex.” Which meant that this was officially a conversation. Damn!

“What’s that?” The prick asked innocently. Oh, he was really pulling the tiger by the tail now!

“For the last bloody time, my name is Lex!” I lifted my head to glare at Ian McKinney. He was at least a half a foot taller than I (bastard), making him about 6’ 7”. Even as my ice-blue eyes glared into his opalescent green ones, they crinkled in laughter, making me angrier than before.

I’ve been told that my eyes held something dark and frightening and a wealth of hidden knowledge so that people avoided staring me in the eyes; I can plainly say that this did not bother me. I don’t like people, don’t like being around them. But does this bastard ever take the hint? Oh, no! He just keeps staring at me with those…sexy (annoying! Not sexy, annoying! Get it right, brain!) sleepy, bedroom eyes.

The bastard even had the nerve to chuckle as he replied with a casual grin, “Sorry. I’ll stop calling you Alex.” Like I haven’t heard that before. The prick always said the same line, day after day after day, each and every time I growled at him. But for some reason, he couldn’t get it past his brain that I did not like being called Alex. It holds too close to my real name: Alexi Volstov, or rather, just Alexi, since they disowned me. I’ve just never liked being called Alexi or Alex. I never really identified with either of those names, but Lex fit me perfectly.

“So what’s the problem, Alex?” The bastard had the nerve to use that name…again! Oh, I was so going to kill him…in a minute.

Oh, just admit it, my mind yelled at me.

‘Admit what?’ I asked it.

You love the crazy prick and the only reason you haven’t jumped his bones is because –

‘Don’t even finish that thought,’ I snarled at it. That was one memory I wanted to keep buried. No one had the right to hear that memory, not even that bitch that used to call herself my mother.

The only good thing that came from that part of my life was my psychic powers. Yes, that’s right, I’m psychic. Got a problem? Deal with it! I may only be able to do some telepathy and telekinesis, but I know I can do a whole lot more if I could only unlock that part of me. Thing was…the lock led down that memory…

As my mind turned to it, energy crackled and snapped around me, even though I fought against it. Luckily, by the time I had my emotions under control, the stupid bastard was looking at everything except me.

“What caused that?” He wondered aloud. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes; no need to give him any clues.

As the bell rang and class began, my emotional state deteriorated into nothing; the calm on which I prided myself was slowly crumbling underneath my feet. I knew the cause; hell, it had kept me up for the past several days, not letting me get some sleep in. Sleep-deprivation; what a killer…

I also noticed that the bastard kept throwing me concerned looks all through the lecture. I inwardly scoffed; why was he worrying about me? He’s one of the reason’s I’m in this mess.

At the end of class, when I was on my way to my next class, the prick managed to pin me to the wall (lucky for him he didn’t try to lift me from the ground). His eyes bored into mine, or would if my long, jet-black, shaggy hair didn’t obscure his view.

“What is going on, Alex? You’ve been brooding all day! Not that you seem to do anything else,” he added under his breath.

“Why should you care?” I snarled at him. This was why I hated him; for as long as I had known him (nearly nine years), he’d always managed to worm under my skin and make me tell him stuff that he didn’t need to know.

He gave me a hurt look and whispered, “I thought I was your friend…”

I scoffed and chuckled darkly at him. When he looked concerned, I stated, “Friend? I don’t have any need for friends. Just walking around, declaring yourself my best-friend is rather daring of you. Why would the swim team captain be hanging around with the resident Goth child?” At that time, my eyes had narrowed into dangerous slits. “This is why I hate humans.” Then, swatting his hands off my shoulders like they weren’t even there, I walked away from him.

Even as I heard him call after me, the past days suddenly began to barrage me and I had a mental overload. I can’t remember what happened; all I know is that I was crying, Ian was holding me and my mouth was moving.

Luckily for my sanity, my mind simply shut down from the stress. I couldn’t bear to look up into his face and see the pity that obviously would be painted there. It would have hurt too much.

A/N:Well, what do you think, folks? This is my first story post here; I hope you liked it. I have other stories, but they're all posted on another site. Anyhow, be prepared for angst, depression, rather...crude gay jokes, and other stuff. This is not my personal opinion, mind you. I just had this idea and wanted to share with you guys.

 

[Lost_Soul4]

Oh, just a note here: This is not real (as you can obviously tell). This a fantasy of my own design. If you guys don't like that sort of stuff, hey, fine by me! But, for those who do read this sort of thing, tell me what you think.

 

[garion]

I like it, it's different to the other stories we get on here.

 

[ridge01]

Oh, it's awesome! keep going! I can't wait

 

[Lefty]

upon completion i will be more than happy to evaluate your work///now, how does that sound as a pompous bombastic critic?

 

[botboy03]

Yes, It is definitely different from most of the stories on here, but I like it as well. Please continue.

Zac

 

[garion]

Surely, you must agree that there is a rich variety of stories here and not all fall into a similar vein?

That being said, this one is certainly intriguing!

I do agree but this one is different to any I've read so far.

 

[Lost_Soul4]

The next installment.

As I cradled him in my arms, I thought about what Alex had said. The poor kid had to have been driven to the brink of insanity with the loss of his family. How could his own family do that to him?

As I picked him up, my mind whirled at what I needed to do. I needed to get him to a proper bed and some proper care and the only place that I really trusted was my place. Although I’d rather not skip the rest of the school day, this was too important to stay in this place.

Waiting for the campus security to leave the parking lot, I ran to my car and buckled him in, making sure if he had a nightmare, he couldn’t hurt himself. When I was sure he was secure, I got in on the driver’s side and turned my car on. When I was backed out, I burned rubber and peeled out of there, no doubt drawing security.

But I really didn’t care. The speed of my car was intoxicating and I always loved the danger and suspense of almost crashing. Not that I went out of my way to, of course, but…the adrenaline and all.

When we reached my house, I got him as far as through the door before my dad descended on us like an angel of vengeance, his face a picture perfect example of fury.

“What are you doing home?!” He yelled. I winced and tried to answer, but he overrode me. “The school day isn’t even over and you dare come home after ditching? I thought I raised you better than-”

“Dad!” I yelled, causing him to blink and stop his ranting. I sighed in relief and moved Alex in my arms, making my dad finally notice him. “I came home because he collapsed at school and the only person I trusted to keep his secret was you.”

“Secret? What secret?” My dad asked as he removed him from my arms. Strangely, I was reluctant to let him go and, when I did, it felt like a void had appeared.

“I’ll tell you later. We need to make sure he’s alright.”

“Yes, yes. Of course.” He walked steadily to the back room as if Alex weighed no more than a pillow. But, then again, when you ran your own hospital in your own house, you had to be pretty buff.

“Alright,” my dad stated, going into professional mode, “tell me what happened.”

I gave him the low-down and what I had heard come out of Alex’s mouth. My dad winced in sympathy and muttered, “Stupid anti-gay idiots. When will they learn that bi’s and gay’s are human’s too?”

Before I could comment, Alex moaned and I rushed to his side. “Alex?” I asked.

“How many bloody times do I have to tell you that my name is Lex?” He growled at me. I breathed a sigh in relief when I saw he was his same old unruly self. Or, at least, the same way he’d been for the last five years.

He and I had first met in the third grade and we instantly became fast friends. We were in luck and our families lived close together, so we could go over to each other’s house almost everyday.

But, half way through the eighth grade, he changed and started to avoid human contact. Hurt as I was, I sensed that he was even more hurt by whatever it was that had happened. So, to make him not loose contact with anyone, I kept up our friendship even though he obviously sought to end it.

And then this happens. The teen seemed drawn to trouble. I had to laugh at that thought and, unfortunately, he heard me as he asked, “What in blue blazes is so funny?’

Even his curses were weird. “Where did you get that phrase? No one says ‘blue blazes’ anymore.”

“Well, I do, so get used to it. Now, what’s so funny?” He asked again.

“Nothing, nothing.” I replied with a fake smile that hid my concern. His normally clear blue eyes were glazed over and he seemed to be having difficulty breathing. I looked at my dad and knew he saw the same signs I did.

“Now then, Alex -” My dad asked.

“Lex,” Alex corrected.

“Alright then, Lex. As you probably know, I’m a doctor and my son tells me that you collapsed in school. Care to explain?”

He looked away and stared at the wall as he said emotionlessly, “My problems are mine and mine alone. I don’t need people looking after me.”

My dad hesitated a little then said, “Lex, I know that your family disowned you.”

His eyes widened and he shot me a glare so filled with venom and hate that I had to take a step back and look away. Even I couldn’t believe that I had betrayed his trust like that, but he needed help. What was I supposed to do?

My dad came to my rescue. “Now Lex, no need to punish my son. He only did it to make sure you were taken care of properly. Also, I’m going to ask that you stay here for the time being until I’m positive you can leave and not injure yourself. Doctor’s orders,” he stated firmly when Alex opened his mouth.

His whole body dropped down in defeat and he muttered, “Fine. You have my word that I won’t try to leave before you say so.”

I felt bad that we had to do this to him, but I knew that it was for his own good. Yeah, that’s right; I only want him here so that he doesn’t hurt himself.

‘Oh, get real,’ my mind drawled at me.

I blushed and asked it, What do you mean by that?

‘You know precisely what I mean by it, man. You just want to get into his pants.’

I do not! I yelled at myself.

‘Face it; you can’t hide the truth from yourself. You’re in love with a boy and you just want to bed him.’

I-I don’t, I whispered.

“You don’t what?” Alex asked. I jumped and realized I’d said that out loud. Okay, play it cool, Ian. No need to get him angrier.

“I don’t…want to sleep in the same bed as you,” I lied hastily.

“That’s fine by me; I don’t either.” Did I detect a hint of a lie in his words? As I looked closer, I nodded to myself. Yep, he lied. He always had the habit of pushing his hair behind his ears whenever he lied. And he was doing it so many times, he had to be lying.

But I wasn’t going to force the issue. If I had to wait until he could come to grips with himself before he came to me, then I’d wait until the end of time.

Of course, he might kill me before then. Best to keep a low profile for the moment…nah. I’m going to tease the hell out of him. More fun that way.

Hope you guys like it. Oh, and Auto? Feel free to edit if you find anything wrong.

 

[sp0540230]

It looks interesting. Hope there'll be more.

 

[bcwang]

easily draws me in. keep going please

 

[harry113]

Great writing, Thanks
Please continue
Harry

 

[Lost_Soul4]

The third installment in this little drama.

I was in hell. That had to be it. I’d died, gone to hell and this was my punishment. Did that supposed God hate me for some reason? I may only believe in the possibility of him, but that still doesn’t mean there isn’t someone up there yanking my chain.

Well, let them yank. Because I yank right back…hard.

A knock came at the door. “Hey; you okay in there?” The bastard just had to interrupt my thoughts as I was getting out of the shower. I decided to ignore him and dried myself off, thinking of how many ways I could kill him and still not get bored.

Then came the sound of the door opening and, idiot that I am, I turned my head to stare at a stock-still Ian McKinney, who was thus staring in a direction that would usually have gotten anyone else a black eye.

But did I stop him? Nope; I just stood there, letting him get a peek at the most intimate part of my anatomy. Finally, my patience had reached its end and I asked coldly, “Are you done or would you like to grab a seat and some popcorn?”

The smart-ass actually considered my question! After a while he shook his head and replied, “Naw. If I did, I’m pretty sure you’d put me in the hospital.”

“You bet I would,” I muttered and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. Oh, damn! Please tell me I didn’t just do that! Because, if I did, then my body was telling me that I was lying. When I replayed that last couple of seconds in my head, I knew I had. Double damn! And he knew my little quirks and tweaks too!

“Is there a reason you came in here?” I asked to get him away from thinking what my gesture might mean.

“Uh…oh, yeah! I came to tell you that dinner’s ready!” He smiled and left, but not before adding, “The door doesn’t lock. Just thought I’d let you know.” He closed the door faster than I could throw and a nail file was jammed into the door. I don’t even want to know why they had a nail file in their bathroom, but it would have been a good tool if it had landed right between his eyes.

Suddenly, my temper flared into life and my left fist lashed out and cracked the glass window that was imbedded into the wall. As I stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel and panting, psychic energy crackled. I didn’t even noticed when my knuckles began to bleed.

When I did, I calmly slid my right palm over it and the cut healed itself. I waved the same hand and the glass repaired itself as well. No need for them to know how much of a temper I have. I need to remain calm and cool around people.

I heard a faint pop and suddenly, a little holographic image appeared in front of my face. The image was the balding head of an old man and he didn’t look happy. “There you are,” he rasped. “I’ve been looking all over for you, boy! Why aren’t you with your family?”

“I was disowned,” I informed him calmly. “What do you need, Bill?”

“I’ve got a job for you to do,” he stated happily.

My eye twitched and I replied, “I’ve been disowned, Bill. Which means that I don’t have any obligation to do the family job.”

“B-But, my boy! You’re one of the best assassins in the history of the world! You’re even better than your old man!”

My energy leaked out at that and I saw Bill flinch slightly. “Don’t mention that arrogant prick around me again, Bill. Only warning.” I hated him with a fury because he was the reason I was in this mess to begin with.

Bill held his hands up in a soothing gesture and murmured, “Alright, alright. But can’t you forgiven him yet?”

“No; I haven’t. He left me and Mom for his male secretary and thus gave Mom a reason to hate gays and bi’s.” If I ever saw the bastardous prick again, I’ll plant a rusted paper clip right into his heart. It won’t instantly kill him, but it will be a slow way to die.

I grinned coldly and ignored the way Bill shivered. “Listen,” he pleaded with me. “Our client has asked for the best and you, my boy, are the best. What do you say?”

I considered it and said in defeat, “Tell him I’ll accept it in 40 days.”

Bill closed his eyes and a couple of minutes later said, “Nope; he says he’ll give you no more than 30 days.”

“35!” I said desperately. I need at least that long to get my head out of the clouds and on track.

“I’m sorry, lad. He won’t move on this.” Bill shrugged in sympathy. “But, I’ll tell you this: If you do accept this mission, I won’t ask you to do anything like it ever again.”

My shoulders drooped and I nodded in surrender. Was this ‘Kill Lex’s pride’ day and no one had told me? As Bill’s image disappeared, I hugged myself and leaned against the bathroom counter.

I thought I had fully left my family behind me, but it kept dragging me back into their world. Even my powers came to be a curse at times. I had…so much blood on my hands. I was a monster. Why was I even living? What was my purpose in life?

When I had myself dressed and calm again, I walked to the kitchen and sat down, across from a grinning Ian, who asked, “What took so long? Got a little…hard to face me?”

Grimacing at his idiotic pun, I said, “No; I had to take a leak.” I didn’t even allow my hand to rise from the arms of my chair at my lie. I hated that weakness; I hated any and all weaknesses. I couldn’t afford to have any.

Ian backed down with a blush and muttered, “Sorry.” Why was he blushing? He’d never done that before. Suddenly, my mind just wanted to focus on him and all his little quirks. Truth to tell, I’d never really paid that much attention to him. I’d been too busy having fun.

I chuckled to myself and let my mind drift through the only time in my life when I had ever been happy. My last happy memory was when we had dared each other to kiss the other. I still felt the warmth of that inexperienced kiss on my lips. Not that I’d ever tell him that I missed the warmth that he had offered.

I heard a chair scrape back and Ian filled my sight. I blinked and reflexively pushed back so that I could keep his face in my view. What startled me was when he gripped my head and lowered his to plant a kiss so sweet and warm that I instantly melted beneath it.

Oh, how I’d missed this warmth! My family had turned into a cold, harsh reality during that eighth grade year, the year I had been inducted into the assassin part of our lives. I learned and realized that life was cold and cruel and we were being merciful by letting those who we killed enter into a…sleep of sorts. Death was the appropriate term for it, but that was how they sugar-coated it.

But, right at that moment in time, my mind was a pile of mush and I was acting fully on impulse as I slid my tongue across his mouth. As I got the taste of him on my tongue, I thought it was a sample of a paradise that I had been banished from.

I knew, though; I knew that this wouldn’t last. But, while it did, why not live it to its fullest?

 

[botboy03]

Thanks for another chapter. I am really enjoying this one and I am curious as to where it is going.

Zac

 

[harry113]

Great chapter, with a twist !!
Please continue
Thanks
Harry

 

[Craiger]

Lost_Soul4,

I know you state in your profile that you are a writer, but I didn't know how talented. I really like the intriguing twists you have produced. I am looking forward to the additional installments, and I hope there will be many. Thanks.

Craiger

 

[Lost_Soul4]

Lost_Soul4,

I know you state in your profile that you are a writer, but I didn't know how talented. I really like the intriguing twists you have produced. I am looking forward to the additional installments, and I hope there will be many. Thanks.

Craiger

*bows with right hand touching left shoulder and left arm placed behind back* Thank you. You have no idea what that means to me. Like all writers, I enjoy hearing that people like reading my stories. Thanks for the compliments, everyone! I'll post real soon, promise!

~LS4

 

[kcm17480]

I like the way you write. You've got me hooked. Please keep writing.

 

[miaplacidus]

Excellent! Moreeee!!!!

 

[Lost_Soul4]

Miaplacidius, love your quote! I just love Anne Rice. And now, for the fourth installment.

I know I shouldn’t have kissed him, I really do, but he looked so sad and dejected that I couldn’t resist, even though he’d probably punch my lights out (which he did). So, I stood up and walked over to him and turned his surprised face up into mine and kissed him like I know he’s never been kissed before.

I felt him stiffen in surprise, but didn’t expect him to melt right into the kiss. That made this seducing plan of mine all too easy! I wanted him to fight back, even a little, so that it proved just a little bit more fun. But…I’ll take what I can get.

So, as we separated from the kiss, I watched his face for any signs of change: First it was a blinking confusion, and then a blinking remorse crossed his face. Then an unprecedented anger and it was at this point he punched me so hard that I was unconscious for several minutes. Boy was that interesting!

Also, as the days passed by, I began to notice little quirks that he had that I never noticed before: Like, whenever he went to school, he wore baggy, form-hiding clothes that were immediately changed as soon as we got home into tight, form fighting clothes that usually included shirts that never even reached past his abs. And boy did he have spectacular eight-pack abs.

I also found out (to my surprise and pleasure) that Alexi Volstov, the infamous cyborg of our school, slept in the nude! Alright, let’s start over before I get a heart attack from the pleasure: On the fifth day of his stay, I had a swim meet before school and wanted Alex to walk with me. I know, I know; why would he ever walk with you? Eh, call it a curious risk, but I wanted to see if I could get him to.

So, I knocked on his door and, when he didn’t answer, knocked even harder. This time he answered with a “What do you want, Ian? It’s six in the morning.” But I couldn’t answer as I was stuck staring at his body…his nude body. I mean, I’ve seen him naked before; hell, I’ve seen plenty of guys naked. Occupational hazard when on a sport’s team. But, man! No one I’ve ever seen ever had a body as toned as him. It looked so toned that I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could cut a boulder just by rubbing it against his abs.

But, the area that really got my attention was the, er, ahem, downstairs department on the front end. I’ve seen many of those as well, but Alex was incredibly well-hung. And he was incredibly long when at half-mast (which was his current status at that time). After staring at his…fine, I’ll say it, groin, for at least a minute, he got impatient and waved his hand in front of my face, snarling, “Hey! My face is up here, not down there, pervert! Pay attention.”

After I looked into his eyes abashed, I finally got the courage to ask him and, even though he grumbled a little, he agreed to go early, even though he wasn’t a morning person. The fact that he was agreeing instead of telling me I could kiss his ass (anytime and any day, just for your information) told me that he was beginning to buckle under my seduction. Go me!

By the time the tenth day had rolled by, Alex had adjusted to living with me, but, unfortunately, we had to go back to his mother’s house to get the rest of his clothes. Apparently, the idiot had decided that he would only take what he needed for a couple of days. Like I said, idiot. So, we had to get past the bitch goddess (my name for her since she tends to act like she can walk all over everyone) to get at my Alex’s stuff.

That’s right, I said ‘my’. Since that bitch that used to call herself his mother won’t, I claimed him as mine. He needs someone to watch over him and it might as well be me. But, apparently, I wasn’t doing a good job. See, Alex was constantly nervous and rather…for lack of a better word, twitchy, the whole month, no matter what we did. Then, after thirty days had passed, I woke up to the sound of water running. It was night folks, if you couldn’t guess.

So, I walk up to the bathroom door and was about to enter when a voice on the other side said, “Lex, come on. It had to be done. There’s no reason you should blame this whole thing on yourself. It was-”

“Don’t tell me it was just a job, Bob.” I heard Alex growl. “That kid had done nothing wrong except be in the wrong place at the wrong time and wound up on the Mafia’s hit list. He hadn’t even seen anything, but did they care? No; they call in the ‘best psychic assassin in the world’ to take care of their little problem.” I could hear the scorn and self-loathing that was directed at himself. I glared at the door, urging my unmoving body to charge in there and shake him from this depression.

Luckily, this Bob person was on my side. “Look, boy, this was a job; end of story. If you want to blame yourself, go right ahead. But don’t kill yourself over the past. That’s all it was, a memory, something that can be put in a place you can look at anytime you want. Now, Mr. Psychic, I’m going to go and leave the rest up to your boyfriend behind me.”

There was a pop and Alex muttered, “He’s not my boyfriend.” Even lower than the first, he muttered, “I’m not sure what he is.” I heard it, though and the longing for someone to hold him, to comfort him and I saw no one else fit for the job except me, so I pushed the door open and gathered him up before I could really look at him. Then I hugged him for all his worth (which is a lot to me) and planted soft kisses on the top of his head.

He cried; he probably wouldn’t admit it later on, but he cried into my shirt. After the deluge was over, I felt him relax and drift to sleep. I stepped back to get a better look at him and winced in sympathy: He looked a bloody mess, with scratches and bruises matting his face and chest. But the thing that really annoyed me and threw me into a full-blown fury were the cuts on his wrist. The coward had actually cut himself!

I wrapped his wrists up and carried him to bed. Once he was safely tucked away, I grabbed a chair and waited for him to wake up; I was pissed and wanted some answers to the questions that buzzed in my head.

Like, what did this ‘Bob’ guy mean by ‘psychic’? And, who was Bob? Why was he an assassin? What the hell was his life like before he came here?! I wanted to shake him awake and force them out, but if I knew anything about Alex, it was the fact that he could out wait a mountain. God, the boy was stubborn.

I smiled to myself at that thought; it was one of the things that I loved about him, though. It was annoying, yet endearing at the same time. Like, he couldn’t stand the fact that, even though he might be wrong, someone else might prove it and embarrass him.

So, I sat there in the dark, waiting for him to wake up and answer my questions. I finally had my chance when he moaned and pushed himself off the bed.

“Oh, my head. What happened?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I drawled, anger radiating in my voice. “Maybe just slit your wrists and kept information from me? Information that, if you were in danger, might actually let us help you?”

“I don’t need anyone’s help. Not now, not ever,” he said, his face pointed directly at his lap. He sighed though and stated quietly, “You want to know my full past, don’t you?”

“Of course,” I answered.

He sighed again and shifted his eyes to look at the ceiling. “It all began on that day in the eighth grade. I had gone home only to be gagged, tied and bound and carried off to a place I didn’t know. When I could finally see, my mother and my father’s father and mother were standing in front of a giant fire, their eyes so cold and emotionless that it frightened me a little. It was on that day that I became an assassin; a person…no, an abomination that kills for money and pleasure and never for the sake of good intentions.

“From that day on, the family that was usually so warm and accepting of my faults turned into a place so cold and unforgiving. But, no matter what I did, I couldn’t kill myself. And I’ve tried on multiple occasions. Look.” He held up his wrists and unbound it only to show me that there was no wound, no residual scar at all on the wrist. He lowered it and continued, “See, I’m also a psychic. My whole family is, at least, on my father’s side. But I’m the only one with regenerative properties. I can also read a person’s mind, move objects and several other things even I’m not aware of yet.”

I stiffened unconsciously when he said that he could read minds and I blanked mine out. It was in vain, though as he said, “That won’t work, Ian. As long as a person’s in the same room as me, or in the same building as me, I can read them easily. It’s what makes going to school such a pain. All the rage, the sorrow, the unrequited love affairs, all the drama of a normal teen is projected at me and I feel it ten-fold.”

Now I knew why he was always uncomfortable at school; even as kids, he had always been reluctant to go to school. I had just thought it was because he thought school was boring. Well, once again, he’s proven me wrong.

As I opened my mouth, I noticed that the chair I was sitting on was a good foot off the ground. I looked at Alex, but he was still staring at the ceiling. So, I concentrated my thoughts and sent a direct message to him.

I saw him wince and mutter, “Not so loud next time, please. And, yes, I know that I’m lifting you off the ground. But…sure, I’ll let you down.” I was thankfully lowered and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I wanted to talk some more, but Alex was fast asleep and I knew he needed to recuperate from whatever had happened. I still wanted to know, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted him to tell me at his own pace. I didn’t want to spoil what could be a good thing by rushing him.

So, I walked over to him, kissed him lightly on the lips and curled up next to him. I was soon asleep after that. And boy did I like my dreams!

 

[Jacketman]

wow, very clever and intriguing