Enigma Nocturne
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Category:
DarkFic › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,465
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ruined
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Part Seventeen.
Jore froze.
A harsh chill rushed through him, and then faded to the back of his mind. He felt his eyes grow wide.
What… what just happened? Jore asked himself, and then as he began to come out of his shock, realized the position he was in. He looked at the face of the boy who was whimpering beneath him. He… he called me… uncle, Jore thought, and was suddenly stabbed with guilt. His guilt manifested itself into a physical pain, and he felt his tender torso wound burn.
“No… oh, God, no,” he whispered, and pulled away from Amgine quickly. The blonde shuddered and curled up automatically.
Jore watched him, and raked his hands through his dark hair, tears starting to form in his eyes. What just happened? Amgine… what did I do? he asked himself, and then rubbed his moist eyes with the back of his hands. I… I hurt him, I… Jore started to think, but couldn’t yet bring himself to face the reality of the situation. Something terrible had happened to him… something had taken over his mind… like an outside force, manipulating, causing him to…
“Amgine…” Jore whispered, and his voice broke as if it shamed him to speak the name aloud. I… I have to… get away from this, Jore thought, and in an instant he was standing up, pulling on a pair of jeans and a jacket. “Amgine, what did I just do?” His voice was laced with pain. He knew that the blonde couldn’t hear him. And he was almost glad for it… he wouldn’t be able to face the boy when he awoke. He would be hurt… he would be terrified… and… he would hate Jore…
Oh God, I nearly… I… I nearly raped him, Jore thought, and then he heard the darkness in the back of his mind laugh, confirming the statement to be true. Jore clenched his hands into fists, hard enough to have his nails cut into his palms. The physical pain he brought to himself was irrelevant next to the agony of self-hate and wild anger that Jore now felt growing in his heart. He saw red. He didn’t want to believe that he had hurt Amgine. He wanted someone to blame. He needed a target for this terrible guilt and pain and anger… but the only outlet he could find was within himself. Jore’s spirits both seethed and sagged as a war raged inside his heart.
What is happening to me?! Jore wondered angrily as he made for the door. When he reached the handle, he stopped once to look back at Amgine’s weak, curled-up form. Jore’s heart felt like it was breaking right then.
I’m… I’m going crazy. I can’t stay here. I can’t… trust myself. I’m sorry, Amgine… I’m so sorry, Jore thought, and wiped away more hot tears from his eyes. He gripped the door handle, and in a moment he was out of the room, locking it behind him in case Lokus and his gang thought to look for Amgine in Jore’s dorm. I try to protect him from those bullies… but the true villain is me. I’m the one he’s afraid of now. Oh, God, what have I done?
Jore’s mind swam in an acrid miasma of emotions, instinct and darkness as he made his way out of the dorm and into the courtyard outside his dorm. It was around noon, and there were a few groups of students eating lunch outside. It was a lovely day. But Jore didn’t notice… he turned his hood up and hid from the sun, from the faces of students, from the noise and from reality altogether. His eyes were dark and troubled, an expression of confusion and worry on his face. But his steps were purposeful. He knew where he was going… and who would be there waiting for him.
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Part Seventeen.
Jore froze.
A harsh chill rushed through him, and then faded to the back of his mind. He felt his eyes grow wide.
What… what just happened? Jore asked himself, and then as he began to come out of his shock, realized the position he was in. He looked at the face of the boy who was whimpering beneath him. He… he called me… uncle, Jore thought, and was suddenly stabbed with guilt. His guilt manifested itself into a physical pain, and he felt his tender torso wound burn.
“No… oh, God, no,” he whispered, and pulled away from Amgine quickly. The blonde shuddered and curled up automatically.
Jore watched him, and raked his hands through his dark hair, tears starting to form in his eyes. What just happened? Amgine… what did I do? he asked himself, and then rubbed his moist eyes with the back of his hands. I… I hurt him, I… Jore started to think, but couldn’t yet bring himself to face the reality of the situation. Something terrible had happened to him… something had taken over his mind… like an outside force, manipulating, causing him to…
“Amgine…” Jore whispered, and his voice broke as if it shamed him to speak the name aloud. I… I have to… get away from this, Jore thought, and in an instant he was standing up, pulling on a pair of jeans and a jacket. “Amgine, what did I just do?” His voice was laced with pain. He knew that the blonde couldn’t hear him. And he was almost glad for it… he wouldn’t be able to face the boy when he awoke. He would be hurt… he would be terrified… and… he would hate Jore…
Oh God, I nearly… I… I nearly raped him, Jore thought, and then he heard the darkness in the back of his mind laugh, confirming the statement to be true. Jore clenched his hands into fists, hard enough to have his nails cut into his palms. The physical pain he brought to himself was irrelevant next to the agony of self-hate and wild anger that Jore now felt growing in his heart. He saw red. He didn’t want to believe that he had hurt Amgine. He wanted someone to blame. He needed a target for this terrible guilt and pain and anger… but the only outlet he could find was within himself. Jore’s spirits both seethed and sagged as a war raged inside his heart.
What is happening to me?! Jore wondered angrily as he made for the door. When he reached the handle, he stopped once to look back at Amgine’s weak, curled-up form. Jore’s heart felt like it was breaking right then.
I’m… I’m going crazy. I can’t stay here. I can’t… trust myself. I’m sorry, Amgine… I’m so sorry, Jore thought, and wiped away more hot tears from his eyes. He gripped the door handle, and in a moment he was out of the room, locking it behind him in case Lokus and his gang thought to look for Amgine in Jore’s dorm. I try to protect him from those bullies… but the true villain is me. I’m the one he’s afraid of now. Oh, God, what have I done?
Jore’s mind swam in an acrid miasma of emotions, instinct and darkness as he made his way out of the dorm and into the courtyard outside his dorm. It was around noon, and there were a few groups of students eating lunch outside. It was a lovely day. But Jore didn’t notice… he turned his hood up and hid from the sun, from the faces of students, from the noise and from reality altogether. His eyes were dark and troubled, an expression of confusion and worry on his face. But his steps were purposeful. He knew where he was going… and who would be there waiting for him.
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