A Touch Dead
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
15,173
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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The characters and story belong to me and my fellow author Kayaz, any likeness of the characters to actual persons who may be living or dead, is purely coincidental. We gain no profit from this story. This story is a pure work of fiction.
The Truth About Time
A Touch Dead
Chapter 16
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That was certainly an interesting dream, or mesh of dreams. I went from seeing Morgan’s death back to remembering when I was in my room thinking about Chaise in a more intimate way. I’m confused since it’s never happened to me before that I would be pulled from one of my visions to one of my memories. I sit up; glancing around the apartment to note that Morgan isn’t here right now for a change. I look at the clock and see it’s still pretty early in the morning so Chaise should be asleep still. I’ll let him sleeping for a while longer.
I shake my head trying to clear my head of the thoughts from last night’s events but it does me no good. I stand and make my way to the washroom, opting to have a shower since I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat from my ‘dreams’. I strip of my clothes, dropping them off to the side without a care as I turn the shower on as hot as I can that won’t burn me at all. Taking a step in, I close my eyes as the water washes over me, helping to ease a bit of tension in my shoulders and back. I put my arms against the shower wall and lean forward, once again letting my mind wander and my thoughts to drift.
I feel so stupid for not being able to admit to Chaise that I’m attracted to him. We’ve been spending all of this time together and yet I still can bring myself to fully admit it to him. Maybe it’s all of the self doubt that I have the thoughts that there is nothing about me worth caring for that’s keeping me from admitting it to him. I’ve never had much confidence in myself, and I’ve never had a real relationship with anyone. As far as relationships go, pretty much everyone I’ve had has been screwed up beyond reason. I keep thinking that things might be different for me with Chaise if he’d give me a chance. As I let my mind fill with images of him it suddenly warps and I’m in a totally new vision.
Chaise is running through the forest, he keeps glancing back over his shoulder, to what he’s looking I can’t tell but whatever it is it’s enough to have him frightened. I know from experience Chaise does not get scared easily. The rain is pouring down, and the forest ground below is muddy as his feet pound onto it. The forest all blurs together, looking the same as he runs through it, making it impossible for his exact location to be narrowed down at all, while running he trips over something on the forest floor and stumbles falling forward, sliding between two cliffs. Leaves and branches fall down with him, along with a larger branch that traps his foot between one of the walls.
It has already started to fill with water but the rain and water from above is causing the area around him to fill with water. I can see Chaise, now unconscious with a small streak of blood down the side of his face. He struck his head off the side of the rocky wall. It doesn’t take long before the water has filled up enough around him that he is fully submerged within it. His eyes slowly open, though he’s still disoriented from hitting his head. He struggles to get free, but his foot is still caught and he’s unable to pull it free. And just like that I watch the life slowly disappear from his eyes.
I snap out of the vision, shaking and coughing, confused beyond belief. I don’t understand, I thought Chaise was here with me, sleeping in my room. I get out of the shower as quickly as I can, throwing on my clothes, not caring about the water dripping off of me as I rush down the hallway and open the door to my room. The covers are pushed aside but he isn’t in here, I call out his name and rush back to the kitchen and living room but he still isn’t here. Why did he leave? I don’t understand why he would leave in the middle of the night.
“Damn it!” I have no clue where to find him, I know he’s in the forest but that won’t help me any at all. It’s just too large to try and narrow it down in such a short time frame. I put on my shoes as quickly as I can, and rush out of the apartment. It’s impossible, I know but at this exact moment Chaise is still alive, he could very well be running still. I cannot just give up and let him die there all alone; I won’t give up on him like that. I run to the closest entrance to the forest I can get to and race as fast as I can through it, calling out his name as much as I can. But that’s when it hits me. Morgan. He can show me the exact location where Chaise is.
“Morgan! Show yourself! I know you can hear me! I can’t help you without him; I need Chaise to find Jenna!” I spin around, waiting for him to appear out of no where in his usual fashion. When a slow cold creeps up my spine I know he’s behind me. As I turn around his eyes are on me, anger etched onto his face as usual. I take a step back once he reaches out again, afraid that he may try and touch me again but he simply points forward. I spin quickly on my heels and run the way he’s pointing, noting that he’s beside me while I run still pointing the way to me.
I move as quickly as my legs will carry me and pretty soon I can see foot prints in front of me, disturbance amongst the leaves and branches on the ground. But there are several sets of footprints and I can’t tell which ones are Chaise’s and which ones I should follow. I can feel panic starting to wash over me as time slowly ticks by. Each moment I stand here is another moment that Chaise get’s closer and closer to death. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to take a moment to calm myself but my mind flashes to my vision again and the last few moments of it.
Chaise’s eyes fluttering open, his mouth opening in a gasp as he struggles to pull himself free. The panic and fear that’s etched upon his face and the realization sinks in that he will not be able to get free. I hate the look on someone’s face when they know they are going to die. I’ve seen it too many times but on his face…it just looks too wrong there. I never got to tell him how I feel; I never got to actually kiss him. All the things he’ll miss out on if he dies now. His arms slowly stop moving and his eyes slowly slide shut and then his whole body slowly goes limp in the water. He’s gone, just like everyone else I haven’t been able to save. I won’t let him die like this; I don’t want to see his ghost staring at me. I don’t believe I could deal with seeing his ghost standing before me.
My eyes flutter open and I glance around, Morgan has disappeared, leaving me here in the middle of the forest with nothing to go on to help me find Chaise. I know I’m almost out of time…pretty soon it’ll be too late to save him but I can’t give up. I run forward, following a set of footprints as best as I can. Please...this isn’t fucking fair! I finally get someone in my life that can understand me, understand what I’m going through and he’s going to fucking drown!
I spin around; frustrated that everywhere looks the same. There are no signs that help to guide me any closer to him. The rain starts to come down harder and Morgan won’t show back up again to help me anymore. It’s not enough; I won’t make it in time just like the man from earlier. I’ll find Chaise and it’ll be too late. I scream out in frustration, slamming my hand hard against the tree beside me, not caring if I cut myself or break anything. What difference does it make if he dies anyway? “Damn it!” I scream out again, my hands curling into tight fists at my side, as I bite down hard on my lip. Why is it always like this?
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Hey everyone, first off I’d like to thank everybody for all of the wonderful reviews we’ve received this past little while. And I’m terribly sorry for just how long it’s taken for me to update the story. I had my four wisdom teeth removed not too long ago, and I don’t know if any of you have had it done but you really don’t feel like doing much of anything. I\'m doing much better now however my work has also been very busy since we are short staffed and everyone is pulling overtime. Like usual Kayaz and I don’t get to talk quite as often as we would like but we are doing our very best to complete the story and give it the ending it deserves. Trust me there are lots of good things coming. I hope you will all stick around with us to the end and we love to hear from everyone :) Thanks again for the reviews and we’ll see you soon for the next part~
Chapter 16
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That was certainly an interesting dream, or mesh of dreams. I went from seeing Morgan’s death back to remembering when I was in my room thinking about Chaise in a more intimate way. I’m confused since it’s never happened to me before that I would be pulled from one of my visions to one of my memories. I sit up; glancing around the apartment to note that Morgan isn’t here right now for a change. I look at the clock and see it’s still pretty early in the morning so Chaise should be asleep still. I’ll let him sleeping for a while longer.
I shake my head trying to clear my head of the thoughts from last night’s events but it does me no good. I stand and make my way to the washroom, opting to have a shower since I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat from my ‘dreams’. I strip of my clothes, dropping them off to the side without a care as I turn the shower on as hot as I can that won’t burn me at all. Taking a step in, I close my eyes as the water washes over me, helping to ease a bit of tension in my shoulders and back. I put my arms against the shower wall and lean forward, once again letting my mind wander and my thoughts to drift.
I feel so stupid for not being able to admit to Chaise that I’m attracted to him. We’ve been spending all of this time together and yet I still can bring myself to fully admit it to him. Maybe it’s all of the self doubt that I have the thoughts that there is nothing about me worth caring for that’s keeping me from admitting it to him. I’ve never had much confidence in myself, and I’ve never had a real relationship with anyone. As far as relationships go, pretty much everyone I’ve had has been screwed up beyond reason. I keep thinking that things might be different for me with Chaise if he’d give me a chance. As I let my mind fill with images of him it suddenly warps and I’m in a totally new vision.
Chaise is running through the forest, he keeps glancing back over his shoulder, to what he’s looking I can’t tell but whatever it is it’s enough to have him frightened. I know from experience Chaise does not get scared easily. The rain is pouring down, and the forest ground below is muddy as his feet pound onto it. The forest all blurs together, looking the same as he runs through it, making it impossible for his exact location to be narrowed down at all, while running he trips over something on the forest floor and stumbles falling forward, sliding between two cliffs. Leaves and branches fall down with him, along with a larger branch that traps his foot between one of the walls.
It has already started to fill with water but the rain and water from above is causing the area around him to fill with water. I can see Chaise, now unconscious with a small streak of blood down the side of his face. He struck his head off the side of the rocky wall. It doesn’t take long before the water has filled up enough around him that he is fully submerged within it. His eyes slowly open, though he’s still disoriented from hitting his head. He struggles to get free, but his foot is still caught and he’s unable to pull it free. And just like that I watch the life slowly disappear from his eyes.
I snap out of the vision, shaking and coughing, confused beyond belief. I don’t understand, I thought Chaise was here with me, sleeping in my room. I get out of the shower as quickly as I can, throwing on my clothes, not caring about the water dripping off of me as I rush down the hallway and open the door to my room. The covers are pushed aside but he isn’t in here, I call out his name and rush back to the kitchen and living room but he still isn’t here. Why did he leave? I don’t understand why he would leave in the middle of the night.
“Damn it!” I have no clue where to find him, I know he’s in the forest but that won’t help me any at all. It’s just too large to try and narrow it down in such a short time frame. I put on my shoes as quickly as I can, and rush out of the apartment. It’s impossible, I know but at this exact moment Chaise is still alive, he could very well be running still. I cannot just give up and let him die there all alone; I won’t give up on him like that. I run to the closest entrance to the forest I can get to and race as fast as I can through it, calling out his name as much as I can. But that’s when it hits me. Morgan. He can show me the exact location where Chaise is.
“Morgan! Show yourself! I know you can hear me! I can’t help you without him; I need Chaise to find Jenna!” I spin around, waiting for him to appear out of no where in his usual fashion. When a slow cold creeps up my spine I know he’s behind me. As I turn around his eyes are on me, anger etched onto his face as usual. I take a step back once he reaches out again, afraid that he may try and touch me again but he simply points forward. I spin quickly on my heels and run the way he’s pointing, noting that he’s beside me while I run still pointing the way to me.
I move as quickly as my legs will carry me and pretty soon I can see foot prints in front of me, disturbance amongst the leaves and branches on the ground. But there are several sets of footprints and I can’t tell which ones are Chaise’s and which ones I should follow. I can feel panic starting to wash over me as time slowly ticks by. Each moment I stand here is another moment that Chaise get’s closer and closer to death. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to take a moment to calm myself but my mind flashes to my vision again and the last few moments of it.
Chaise’s eyes fluttering open, his mouth opening in a gasp as he struggles to pull himself free. The panic and fear that’s etched upon his face and the realization sinks in that he will not be able to get free. I hate the look on someone’s face when they know they are going to die. I’ve seen it too many times but on his face…it just looks too wrong there. I never got to tell him how I feel; I never got to actually kiss him. All the things he’ll miss out on if he dies now. His arms slowly stop moving and his eyes slowly slide shut and then his whole body slowly goes limp in the water. He’s gone, just like everyone else I haven’t been able to save. I won’t let him die like this; I don’t want to see his ghost staring at me. I don’t believe I could deal with seeing his ghost standing before me.
My eyes flutter open and I glance around, Morgan has disappeared, leaving me here in the middle of the forest with nothing to go on to help me find Chaise. I know I’m almost out of time…pretty soon it’ll be too late to save him but I can’t give up. I run forward, following a set of footprints as best as I can. Please...this isn’t fucking fair! I finally get someone in my life that can understand me, understand what I’m going through and he’s going to fucking drown!
I spin around; frustrated that everywhere looks the same. There are no signs that help to guide me any closer to him. The rain starts to come down harder and Morgan won’t show back up again to help me anymore. It’s not enough; I won’t make it in time just like the man from earlier. I’ll find Chaise and it’ll be too late. I scream out in frustration, slamming my hand hard against the tree beside me, not caring if I cut myself or break anything. What difference does it make if he dies anyway? “Damn it!” I scream out again, my hands curling into tight fists at my side, as I bite down hard on my lip. Why is it always like this?
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Hey everyone, first off I’d like to thank everybody for all of the wonderful reviews we’ve received this past little while. And I’m terribly sorry for just how long it’s taken for me to update the story. I had my four wisdom teeth removed not too long ago, and I don’t know if any of you have had it done but you really don’t feel like doing much of anything. I\'m doing much better now however my work has also been very busy since we are short staffed and everyone is pulling overtime. Like usual Kayaz and I don’t get to talk quite as often as we would like but we are doing our very best to complete the story and give it the ending it deserves. Trust me there are lots of good things coming. I hope you will all stick around with us to the end and we love to hear from everyone :) Thanks again for the reviews and we’ll see you soon for the next part~