Cracked Heart
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,228
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 Four
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
Chapter Four
It was a difficult week after all that, my thoughts always returning to the strange psychic. I occasionally saw that young man traveling through the city, visiting random homes and hotels. He must have been a spirit too, then, one that she used as a tool of some kind. I felt a shiver run through me. If I did ask her to bring me back to life, would I have to do tasks for her as well? By the time I would have done all she wanted, Michael might already be… gone.
I shook my head. She said nothing about repayment for this. Still, nothing is free, right? As I watched the love of my… “life”… sleep in his bed, I made up my mind. I will visit the woman again, and this time agree to it all. I had to be with him. He needed someone there to help comfort him… and that someone would be me.
***
Very early in the morning, I made my way to her building, finding her in some deep meditative state. As I crept closer, though, she opened her eyes. “I knew you would return,” she told me, getting to her feet. “Young Kyle, are you ready for your rebirth?”
“Yes, I am…”
“Very well then.” She lit some kind of incense in a burner, and spoke in a random language. It sounded like nothing I had ever heard before.
And then I felt it.
My body went cold, like it was freezing, and then I felt such an extreme heat I thought I would scream, but just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and I had the need to breathe. Gasping for air, I realized that I really was alive.
“Now as for your repayment,” she said, catching my full attention now, “you must promise me, that once you die, you will come work for me, so that little Cassian here might have a turn.” She grinned at her servant, and he frowned back at her.
“I… I promise,” I told her, though I felt nervous about it. What would I be doing once I died again?
“Also, do be careful. If you die tomorrow, you’ll be working for me much sooner.”
Sighing, I nodded. “I understand…”
“Good boy.” She held out her hand and took mine. “My name is Ruelle. Pleasure doing business with you, Kyle.”
***
It wasn’t until after I arrived at Michael’s apartment that I realized a major flaw… I had nowhere to live now. I was always just staying in his apartment, but now… I can’t just sneak in through the walls anymore. I sighed and almost started praying as I knocked on the door. Maybe he would let me move in…
Michael opened the door and was surprised to see me there. I couldn’t really blame him for that though. He had no idea who I was. “Um, hey,” I said. “Would it be cool if I move in with you? I don’t have a job yet,” I started, wondering how old I was supposed to be, “but I should be able to get one soon. I just really need a place to stay, please…”
He thought it over for a good few minutes, but then said, “It’s all up to the landlord. Anyway, come in, and I’ll give him a call.” He went deeper into the apartment, and I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. Everything looked the same, and the cat even watched me in that same, mysterious way. I knelt down to pet it, and it started to purr, rubbing against my hand, arm, and legs. Well, that’s one new friend.
“He’ll be here in a few hours,” came Michael’s voice, and I looked up at him. He looked so positively wonderful, and I could barely take my eyes off of him. I was surprised he didn’t notice as he picked up the cat, placing it down in front of its now full food bowl. Perhaps he was just used to the staring. Or maybe he just didn’t want to bother with it.
***
The few hours passed, and finally the landlord showed up. Michael went to go get the door, with me right behind him so that I could see this man face to face. I had to make a grand first impression in order to be able to stay here, while I was still unemployed. I believe that that alone would cause most landlords to not favor would-be tenants. If they had no job, how would they ever be able to pay rent?
When Michael opened the door, I saw an old man, like all wrinkly and white-haired, looking to be in his eighties or so. He gasped when he saw me though. “You’re…”
I waited for him to finish, but when he didn’t, I curiously asked, “I’m what?”
“… Aren’t you Kyle? You’re supposed to be dead!”
Oh my god… I looked a little more closely at the man, and began to notice the familiar features. This man… Michael’s landlord… was my father… How the hell did I not notice this before?!
Chapter Four
It was a difficult week after all that, my thoughts always returning to the strange psychic. I occasionally saw that young man traveling through the city, visiting random homes and hotels. He must have been a spirit too, then, one that she used as a tool of some kind. I felt a shiver run through me. If I did ask her to bring me back to life, would I have to do tasks for her as well? By the time I would have done all she wanted, Michael might already be… gone.
I shook my head. She said nothing about repayment for this. Still, nothing is free, right? As I watched the love of my… “life”… sleep in his bed, I made up my mind. I will visit the woman again, and this time agree to it all. I had to be with him. He needed someone there to help comfort him… and that someone would be me.
***
Very early in the morning, I made my way to her building, finding her in some deep meditative state. As I crept closer, though, she opened her eyes. “I knew you would return,” she told me, getting to her feet. “Young Kyle, are you ready for your rebirth?”
“Yes, I am…”
“Very well then.” She lit some kind of incense in a burner, and spoke in a random language. It sounded like nothing I had ever heard before.
And then I felt it.
My body went cold, like it was freezing, and then I felt such an extreme heat I thought I would scream, but just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and I had the need to breathe. Gasping for air, I realized that I really was alive.
“Now as for your repayment,” she said, catching my full attention now, “you must promise me, that once you die, you will come work for me, so that little Cassian here might have a turn.” She grinned at her servant, and he frowned back at her.
“I… I promise,” I told her, though I felt nervous about it. What would I be doing once I died again?
“Also, do be careful. If you die tomorrow, you’ll be working for me much sooner.”
Sighing, I nodded. “I understand…”
“Good boy.” She held out her hand and took mine. “My name is Ruelle. Pleasure doing business with you, Kyle.”
***
It wasn’t until after I arrived at Michael’s apartment that I realized a major flaw… I had nowhere to live now. I was always just staying in his apartment, but now… I can’t just sneak in through the walls anymore. I sighed and almost started praying as I knocked on the door. Maybe he would let me move in…
Michael opened the door and was surprised to see me there. I couldn’t really blame him for that though. He had no idea who I was. “Um, hey,” I said. “Would it be cool if I move in with you? I don’t have a job yet,” I started, wondering how old I was supposed to be, “but I should be able to get one soon. I just really need a place to stay, please…”
He thought it over for a good few minutes, but then said, “It’s all up to the landlord. Anyway, come in, and I’ll give him a call.” He went deeper into the apartment, and I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. Everything looked the same, and the cat even watched me in that same, mysterious way. I knelt down to pet it, and it started to purr, rubbing against my hand, arm, and legs. Well, that’s one new friend.
“He’ll be here in a few hours,” came Michael’s voice, and I looked up at him. He looked so positively wonderful, and I could barely take my eyes off of him. I was surprised he didn’t notice as he picked up the cat, placing it down in front of its now full food bowl. Perhaps he was just used to the staring. Or maybe he just didn’t want to bother with it.
***
The few hours passed, and finally the landlord showed up. Michael went to go get the door, with me right behind him so that I could see this man face to face. I had to make a grand first impression in order to be able to stay here, while I was still unemployed. I believe that that alone would cause most landlords to not favor would-be tenants. If they had no job, how would they ever be able to pay rent?
When Michael opened the door, I saw an old man, like all wrinkly and white-haired, looking to be in his eighties or so. He gasped when he saw me though. “You’re…”
I waited for him to finish, but when he didn’t, I curiously asked, “I’m what?”
“… Aren’t you Kyle? You’re supposed to be dead!”
Oh my god… I looked a little more closely at the man, and began to notice the familiar features. This man… Michael’s landlord… was my father… How the hell did I not notice this before?!