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:
1,220
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 Two
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
Chapter Two
I sat in Michael’s apartment the next morning, watching the news with him. He dropped his glass of milk when the man’s face appeared on the screen, the reporter telling viewers that he had died in a strange, yet gruesome way; his stomach had ruptured and his heart was crushed, all from inside his body. There were no signs of a struggle on the body.
I held my head in shame. So now I was a murderer. I had a reason for my actions, though. I was protecting Michael. He was the only reason why I didn’t completely snap. I looked at him, at his shaking form. It would be best if he just thought it was a coincidence that his rapist was suddenly killed. The man probably hurt other youthful males before anyway, and was going to continue to hurt them all. I took a dangerous man off the streets. It wasn’t just a random murder; I was cleaning up the trash.
***
Michael called in sick after awhile and just sat around the apartment, still looking upset. I was certain it was just the fresh memories hitting him again. I wished that I could help him forget it. His phone started ringing around noon, and he sluggishly went over to it, answering the annoying thing. “Hello?”
I paid no attention to it. Instead, I busied myself with the cat again. It meowed and tried to pounce on me, going right through me each time. I laughed as it attempted rubbing against my leg, falling over in the process and then just looking up at me with those big eyes.
I reached down with my hand, knowing the trick to it now as my hand became solid enough to pet it, yet still invisible to the average human eye. The cat purred, loving the attention. Smiling, I continued petting it, glancing up at Michael after awhile. He was staring at the cat. I momentarily wondered if he knew I was there, but then he went into the kitchen to pour some food into a bowl for it. I sighed as I sat on the counter. It was harsh, being killed before I could experience love.
***
I followed Michael outside a couple hours later. I wasn’t sure where he was going, but I was going to find out this time. There was no way I would let anyone hurt him again. “Yo, Mike, what’s up?” I glanced over at the other person. A friend of Michael’s perhaps?
“Hey, Jack.” My lovely Michael smiled a little at him. Both me and the Jack guy could tell it was fake, though.
“Okay, what’s the problem?” Jack asked.
Michael sighed as he thought of how to say it. “You saw the news this morning, right? About the dead guy?”
“Yeah, what about him?” His eyes widen as he thought up a random possibility. “Are you the one that killed him?”
“Hell no, idiot.” Michael looked around to make sure no one else was around before quietly telling his so-called friend what had really happened between him and the guy.
Jack listened intently, putting an arm around Michael. “Dude, that really sucks.”
“Is that all you have to say about it?”
“Well, I dunno what else to say.”
I was quickly growing tired of this. I left them to go exploring again. It had been awhile; maybe something else had changed? I glided through the city, looking at everything I passed. Nothing seemed quite unusual or new. I even journeyed into the cemetery to see some familiar faces.
It looked as though some of the others that used to try talking to me had already passed on or been reincarnated. There were some newer, fresher spirits, all watching me as I passed them, stopping at my own grave. It was covered in dust and ivy was actually starting to grow on it. Now if only someone would bring me flowers. “Heh, but that’d be impossible.” I destroyed any chances of being mourned long ago, since no one really knew me anyway.
I sat on it and stared at the sky. The weather was wonderful today, barely any clouds in sight. There was a slight breeze blowing on the leaves and blades of grass.
Would it have been better if I had been more sociable in the past?
No, then it would have been much harder to say goodbye.
Would I have had a reason to be reborn earlier though? Or to even move on?
Yes, but then… would I have met Michael?
I looked down. If things were different, there was no guarantee that I still would have met and fallen in love with him.
Love…
Standing up, I felt a tinge of sadness course through me, but it was then replaced by determination. I was in love with Michael, and so needed to protect him. I would do whatever it took. After all, what limits does a ghost have?
Chapter Two
I sat in Michael’s apartment the next morning, watching the news with him. He dropped his glass of milk when the man’s face appeared on the screen, the reporter telling viewers that he had died in a strange, yet gruesome way; his stomach had ruptured and his heart was crushed, all from inside his body. There were no signs of a struggle on the body.
I held my head in shame. So now I was a murderer. I had a reason for my actions, though. I was protecting Michael. He was the only reason why I didn’t completely snap. I looked at him, at his shaking form. It would be best if he just thought it was a coincidence that his rapist was suddenly killed. The man probably hurt other youthful males before anyway, and was going to continue to hurt them all. I took a dangerous man off the streets. It wasn’t just a random murder; I was cleaning up the trash.
***
Michael called in sick after awhile and just sat around the apartment, still looking upset. I was certain it was just the fresh memories hitting him again. I wished that I could help him forget it. His phone started ringing around noon, and he sluggishly went over to it, answering the annoying thing. “Hello?”
I paid no attention to it. Instead, I busied myself with the cat again. It meowed and tried to pounce on me, going right through me each time. I laughed as it attempted rubbing against my leg, falling over in the process and then just looking up at me with those big eyes.
I reached down with my hand, knowing the trick to it now as my hand became solid enough to pet it, yet still invisible to the average human eye. The cat purred, loving the attention. Smiling, I continued petting it, glancing up at Michael after awhile. He was staring at the cat. I momentarily wondered if he knew I was there, but then he went into the kitchen to pour some food into a bowl for it. I sighed as I sat on the counter. It was harsh, being killed before I could experience love.
***
I followed Michael outside a couple hours later. I wasn’t sure where he was going, but I was going to find out this time. There was no way I would let anyone hurt him again. “Yo, Mike, what’s up?” I glanced over at the other person. A friend of Michael’s perhaps?
“Hey, Jack.” My lovely Michael smiled a little at him. Both me and the Jack guy could tell it was fake, though.
“Okay, what’s the problem?” Jack asked.
Michael sighed as he thought of how to say it. “You saw the news this morning, right? About the dead guy?”
“Yeah, what about him?” His eyes widen as he thought up a random possibility. “Are you the one that killed him?”
“Hell no, idiot.” Michael looked around to make sure no one else was around before quietly telling his so-called friend what had really happened between him and the guy.
Jack listened intently, putting an arm around Michael. “Dude, that really sucks.”
“Is that all you have to say about it?”
“Well, I dunno what else to say.”
I was quickly growing tired of this. I left them to go exploring again. It had been awhile; maybe something else had changed? I glided through the city, looking at everything I passed. Nothing seemed quite unusual or new. I even journeyed into the cemetery to see some familiar faces.
It looked as though some of the others that used to try talking to me had already passed on or been reincarnated. There were some newer, fresher spirits, all watching me as I passed them, stopping at my own grave. It was covered in dust and ivy was actually starting to grow on it. Now if only someone would bring me flowers. “Heh, but that’d be impossible.” I destroyed any chances of being mourned long ago, since no one really knew me anyway.
I sat on it and stared at the sky. The weather was wonderful today, barely any clouds in sight. There was a slight breeze blowing on the leaves and blades of grass.
Would it have been better if I had been more sociable in the past?
No, then it would have been much harder to say goodbye.
Would I have had a reason to be reborn earlier though? Or to even move on?
Yes, but then… would I have met Michael?
I looked down. If things were different, there was no guarantee that I still would have met and fallen in love with him.
Love…
Standing up, I felt a tinge of sadness course through me, but it was then replaced by determination. I was in love with Michael, and so needed to protect him. I would do whatever it took. After all, what limits does a ghost have?