Cracked Heart
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,218
Reviews:
12
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 One
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
Chapter One
It seemed like a nice enough family. The father worked hard to make sure his family was comfortable, and the mother raised her children so well. The daughter was the youngest child, and seemed to really enjoy artsy things. My eyes often lingered on the son, though. He was fifteen when I first saw him, and extremely beautiful as far as guys go. He wasn’t the ultra-feminine type; he was actually quite masculine in a way, but not overboard… ah, my rambling isn’t making sense anymore. Let me try again…
He had short blonde hair, but he kept his bangs somewhat long to have them fall around his eyes, which were a lovely shade of blue. He started working out a little bit when he got older, and was starting to get some muscle on him. I was there when he graduated high school, excited to get started on his new life. He left home as soon as he could, moving into a cheap apartment. I didn’t like the place much myself, but if he wanted to stay there, that was his choice to make.
I enjoyed spending my time with him. I would follow him to work and watch him, and then follow him home. Now, yes I was very interested in this man, but I would never watch him get naked. Whether it was because I felt like giving him privacy, or because I simply could not get up the courage to do so, I don’t know, but I refused to watch him undress or shower. Hm, maybe it would just be plain rude… Yes, stalking is rude too, but this is different.
Anyway, needless to say, he started getting a lot of attention at work. His coworkers often commented on how great-looking he was, and I guess it was really starting to piss him off. When he got promoted, others complained that it was because of his good looks, ignoring the fact that he was far superior to them in skills. Unfortunately, he ended up quitting that job, and found a new one as a bartender… which really didn’t last long. Drunken women, and men too, would always want to “spend time with” and “get to know” Michael better. I felt the urge to pound them into the ground whenever they came over to him with such ill intentions, and I think he felt that same urge a few times.
It took him awhile, but he finally found something he could stick with. I grew bored of the whole job-seeking game long ago, though, so I didn’t know what he finally got hired for. I started just staying at the home, hanging out with the cat. Those creatures really are unique, being able to see things like me so easily.
***
It was much later than usual when Michael finally came home one night, and as I looked at him I felt a sudden rush of cold terror. His clothes were ripped, he was covered in dirt and mud, and there were bruises all over his perfect body. “What happened to you?” I whispered, going over to him. He was panting as he locked the door, then ran into the bathroom for a much needed shower. I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to invade on his privacy so much.
I was about to go searching for the cat to take my mind off things, when I heard something coming from his bathroom. The sound of crying was mingling with the patter of water from the shower. What could have happened that would make him break down so easily? Michael most definitely was not weak in any way! I glided to his bathroom door and hesitated. Should I peek in?
I sighed at my indecisiveness. It’s not like he would ever know that a ghost peeked in on him, right? Still, I continued to hesitate. Should I look? No, it’s far too rude… but he’s… My concern overrode any other hesitation as I poked my head in through the door, and gasped at my findings. That beautiful man… even I as a virgin could tell that this was… rape.
***
I floated through the city streets for the rest of that night, wondering why on Earth something like this had to happen to him. What did he do to deserve such treatment? “Dude, you seriously raped that guy? What if he goes to the police?” My ears picked up the most interesting information I heard that night. I crept closer to the two older men.
“He won’t go to the police,” said a guy as he smoked a cigar. “He’s too ashamed. That’s why I go after men rather than women.” Was he the one that hurt my beautiful Michael?
What can I do about it, though?
“You’re smart, dude.”
“Of course I am.”
How can I stop him? How can I get justice for Michael’s pain?
I slowly reached out, my fingers going right through the man’s stomach. I wasn’t solid, I knew, but if there was a way to do something to him. If there was a way to hurt him back…
Am I willing to go that far?
Were those old stories about ghosts moving things around true, or were they false rumors? If they were true, then they must’ve been solid enough to do it, right? Or if there was something else to it altogether that I didn’t quite understand yet, even after all these years…
Maybe I should have paid more attention to the others…
“Michael… please…”
… please give me strength.
“AAAHHH!!!”
“Boss!!!”
Chapter One
It seemed like a nice enough family. The father worked hard to make sure his family was comfortable, and the mother raised her children so well. The daughter was the youngest child, and seemed to really enjoy artsy things. My eyes often lingered on the son, though. He was fifteen when I first saw him, and extremely beautiful as far as guys go. He wasn’t the ultra-feminine type; he was actually quite masculine in a way, but not overboard… ah, my rambling isn’t making sense anymore. Let me try again…
He had short blonde hair, but he kept his bangs somewhat long to have them fall around his eyes, which were a lovely shade of blue. He started working out a little bit when he got older, and was starting to get some muscle on him. I was there when he graduated high school, excited to get started on his new life. He left home as soon as he could, moving into a cheap apartment. I didn’t like the place much myself, but if he wanted to stay there, that was his choice to make.
I enjoyed spending my time with him. I would follow him to work and watch him, and then follow him home. Now, yes I was very interested in this man, but I would never watch him get naked. Whether it was because I felt like giving him privacy, or because I simply could not get up the courage to do so, I don’t know, but I refused to watch him undress or shower. Hm, maybe it would just be plain rude… Yes, stalking is rude too, but this is different.
Anyway, needless to say, he started getting a lot of attention at work. His coworkers often commented on how great-looking he was, and I guess it was really starting to piss him off. When he got promoted, others complained that it was because of his good looks, ignoring the fact that he was far superior to them in skills. Unfortunately, he ended up quitting that job, and found a new one as a bartender… which really didn’t last long. Drunken women, and men too, would always want to “spend time with” and “get to know” Michael better. I felt the urge to pound them into the ground whenever they came over to him with such ill intentions, and I think he felt that same urge a few times.
It took him awhile, but he finally found something he could stick with. I grew bored of the whole job-seeking game long ago, though, so I didn’t know what he finally got hired for. I started just staying at the home, hanging out with the cat. Those creatures really are unique, being able to see things like me so easily.
***
It was much later than usual when Michael finally came home one night, and as I looked at him I felt a sudden rush of cold terror. His clothes were ripped, he was covered in dirt and mud, and there were bruises all over his perfect body. “What happened to you?” I whispered, going over to him. He was panting as he locked the door, then ran into the bathroom for a much needed shower. I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to invade on his privacy so much.
I was about to go searching for the cat to take my mind off things, when I heard something coming from his bathroom. The sound of crying was mingling with the patter of water from the shower. What could have happened that would make him break down so easily? Michael most definitely was not weak in any way! I glided to his bathroom door and hesitated. Should I peek in?
I sighed at my indecisiveness. It’s not like he would ever know that a ghost peeked in on him, right? Still, I continued to hesitate. Should I look? No, it’s far too rude… but he’s… My concern overrode any other hesitation as I poked my head in through the door, and gasped at my findings. That beautiful man… even I as a virgin could tell that this was… rape.
***
I floated through the city streets for the rest of that night, wondering why on Earth something like this had to happen to him. What did he do to deserve such treatment? “Dude, you seriously raped that guy? What if he goes to the police?” My ears picked up the most interesting information I heard that night. I crept closer to the two older men.
“He won’t go to the police,” said a guy as he smoked a cigar. “He’s too ashamed. That’s why I go after men rather than women.” Was he the one that hurt my beautiful Michael?
What can I do about it, though?
“You’re smart, dude.”
“Of course I am.”
How can I stop him? How can I get justice for Michael’s pain?
I slowly reached out, my fingers going right through the man’s stomach. I wasn’t solid, I knew, but if there was a way to do something to him. If there was a way to hurt him back…
Am I willing to go that far?
Were those old stories about ghosts moving things around true, or were they false rumors? If they were true, then they must’ve been solid enough to do it, right? Or if there was something else to it altogether that I didn’t quite understand yet, even after all these years…
Maybe I should have paid more attention to the others…
“Michael… please…”
… please give me strength.
“AAAHHH!!!”
“Boss!!!”