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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
Views:
999
Reviews:
2
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.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
As Officer Terrance and I walked into the morgue I couldn't help but shiver, I guess being surrounded by dead bodies has that effect on me.
"Mr. Morrison, is this Jason Campbell's body?" the Officer asked as he pulled the sheet of the nearest corpse down to stomach level.
The urge to vomit was back full force as I looked at my former dorm mate's body. There were giant bruises littering Jason's face and chest as well as several grotesque slices down the left of his face that went all the way from eyebrow to chin, almost like one of his attackers had tried to carve their initials into his flesh. I glanced down and saw what had to be the killing blow, a jagged slash across his throat.
I swallowed against the bile rising in my throat and turned to Officer Terrance, "Yeah, that's him, that's Jason."
He nodded and pulled the sheet back over the body, "Sorry I had to ask you to come down here," he said as we walked out of the morgue together.
"It's okay, you were just doing your job," I said, just wanting to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
He gave me a pat on the shoulder,"C'mon, I'll drive you back to your campus."
The drive back was rather uneventful, with Officer Terrance babbling on about how his little girl was going to be six soon and how he and his wife, Cheryl, were so proud of their son winning his Little League game last week.
He walked me back to my dorm and we tossed a few awkward goodbyes back and forth like we were on a blind date gone wrong before his radio began broadcasting a message saying there was a 459 at some store that was only a few blocks from my college and that they needed all nearby officers there immediately, "Well, I guess that's your cue," I said with a small smile.
He nodded and took off, sprinting for his car most likely. I closed the door and turned to survey the room, as I looked over at Jason's empty bed I couldn't help but remember how he had looked on that cold metal slab in the middle of the morgue. I clapped a hand over my mouth and raced towards the bathroom, making it just in time to become reacquainted with this morning's meager breakfast as it muscled it's way back up. I sat back on my legs after I finished puking and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt with a grimace. I stood, feeling clammy, and flushed the mess away, deciding to take a shower.
After stripping I stepped into the shower, letting the nearly scalding water wash away the sick feeling that had been with me all morning. Letting my mind wander I thought about the vision I'd had last night, I should have figured these things were more than nightmares, they're...premonitions. So, how many people had died in the years I had been blocking them from my mind? As I pondered this, a sharp, white hot pain shot up my spine, "Oh fuck, not again."
Thankfully it was just the one pain but the images it brought made up for the absence of the other pains. The images were of me in my dorm room, being killed by a man wielding a knife and after he killed me he carved something into my cheek, the same design that had been carved into Jason's face.
I didn't pass out this time, thank God, but I was out of the shower, getting dressed and packing my few belongings into a bag before you could say 'Get the fuck out of town', which is exactly what I was doing. I zipped up the bag and tossed the strap over my shoulder, I grabbed my laptop and took off out the door.
I hailed a cab and told the cabby to take me to the train station, I was heading home, back to South Carolina.
On the train I called my Mom but got the machine instead. "Hey Mom, it's Alex, I'm heading back home so I'll see you when I get there and I'll also explain why I'm coming home so soon. Say hey to Kev for me, love ya, bye."
I sighed as I closed my cellphone, knowing that once she heard that message she'd be crazy with worry. Kev, by the way, is my brother Kevin or Mr. Boring Ass as I've affectionately come to call him. He's the CEO of a large computer hardware manufacturing company, he tried to explain what exactly he does, in detail, but I think I fell asleep half way through. My Mom, on the other hand, is a free spirit who likes to paint, sculpt pottery and other fun artsy things, which makes me wonder if Kev is some sort of pod person who was placed in the family just to be a constant party pooper.
It's nice thinking about my family but I've got bigger things to focus on, like who the hell was the guy that was coming to kill me? Though when my premonition happened it seemed to focus more on the knife than the man with the knife so maybe the knife was the real issue. I decided to sleep on it and as I reached for the my pills I stopped myself, I am not gonna let anymore people die when I could save them if I see what happens to them in my dreams.
I laid out on my train seat and tried to sleep, hoping that I would wake up back in my dorm room with Jason's annoying snores permeating the room. Psh, fat chance.
To Be Continued
As Officer Terrance and I walked into the morgue I couldn't help but shiver, I guess being surrounded by dead bodies has that effect on me.
"Mr. Morrison, is this Jason Campbell's body?" the Officer asked as he pulled the sheet of the nearest corpse down to stomach level.
The urge to vomit was back full force as I looked at my former dorm mate's body. There were giant bruises littering Jason's face and chest as well as several grotesque slices down the left of his face that went all the way from eyebrow to chin, almost like one of his attackers had tried to carve their initials into his flesh. I glanced down and saw what had to be the killing blow, a jagged slash across his throat.
I swallowed against the bile rising in my throat and turned to Officer Terrance, "Yeah, that's him, that's Jason."
He nodded and pulled the sheet back over the body, "Sorry I had to ask you to come down here," he said as we walked out of the morgue together.
"It's okay, you were just doing your job," I said, just wanting to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.
He gave me a pat on the shoulder,"C'mon, I'll drive you back to your campus."
The drive back was rather uneventful, with Officer Terrance babbling on about how his little girl was going to be six soon and how he and his wife, Cheryl, were so proud of their son winning his Little League game last week.
He walked me back to my dorm and we tossed a few awkward goodbyes back and forth like we were on a blind date gone wrong before his radio began broadcasting a message saying there was a 459 at some store that was only a few blocks from my college and that they needed all nearby officers there immediately, "Well, I guess that's your cue," I said with a small smile.
He nodded and took off, sprinting for his car most likely. I closed the door and turned to survey the room, as I looked over at Jason's empty bed I couldn't help but remember how he had looked on that cold metal slab in the middle of the morgue. I clapped a hand over my mouth and raced towards the bathroom, making it just in time to become reacquainted with this morning's meager breakfast as it muscled it's way back up. I sat back on my legs after I finished puking and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt with a grimace. I stood, feeling clammy, and flushed the mess away, deciding to take a shower.
After stripping I stepped into the shower, letting the nearly scalding water wash away the sick feeling that had been with me all morning. Letting my mind wander I thought about the vision I'd had last night, I should have figured these things were more than nightmares, they're...premonitions. So, how many people had died in the years I had been blocking them from my mind? As I pondered this, a sharp, white hot pain shot up my spine, "Oh fuck, not again."
Thankfully it was just the one pain but the images it brought made up for the absence of the other pains. The images were of me in my dorm room, being killed by a man wielding a knife and after he killed me he carved something into my cheek, the same design that had been carved into Jason's face.
I didn't pass out this time, thank God, but I was out of the shower, getting dressed and packing my few belongings into a bag before you could say 'Get the fuck out of town', which is exactly what I was doing. I zipped up the bag and tossed the strap over my shoulder, I grabbed my laptop and took off out the door.
I hailed a cab and told the cabby to take me to the train station, I was heading home, back to South Carolina.
On the train I called my Mom but got the machine instead. "Hey Mom, it's Alex, I'm heading back home so I'll see you when I get there and I'll also explain why I'm coming home so soon. Say hey to Kev for me, love ya, bye."
I sighed as I closed my cellphone, knowing that once she heard that message she'd be crazy with worry. Kev, by the way, is my brother Kevin or Mr. Boring Ass as I've affectionately come to call him. He's the CEO of a large computer hardware manufacturing company, he tried to explain what exactly he does, in detail, but I think I fell asleep half way through. My Mom, on the other hand, is a free spirit who likes to paint, sculpt pottery and other fun artsy things, which makes me wonder if Kev is some sort of pod person who was placed in the family just to be a constant party pooper.
It's nice thinking about my family but I've got bigger things to focus on, like who the hell was the guy that was coming to kill me? Though when my premonition happened it seemed to focus more on the knife than the man with the knife so maybe the knife was the real issue. I decided to sleep on it and as I reached for the my pills I stopped myself, I am not gonna let anymore people die when I could save them if I see what happens to them in my dreams.
I laid out on my train seat and tried to sleep, hoping that I would wake up back in my dorm room with Jason's annoying snores permeating the room. Psh, fat chance.
To Be Continued