I know it'll be very different fic, from everything what you read and most of you probably won't like it, but I had this idea in head for months and when I finally decided to write, I thought why to not publish it here?
For a half of story you won't see there Craig and John Paul as a couple, so if you're not patient, better don't read it ;) Beside after reading three chapter you understand why they can't be together and probably you'll say I was right.
If you can't stand Spike, Darren or them both, it's not fic for you...or you may just pass by some parts when they'll be. ;)
If you have some questions or want to talk, PSM me. I don't bite, so you'll come back in all pieces ;)
Anyway, I hope you'll like it ;)
Chapter one
When you crossed the line
The front door opened to the entire width and young man came inside, laden with many carrier-bags and blue blouse holding in teeth. He closed the door with foot and stopped on the track waiting for someone who could help him. But like he providing, nobody came. Irate he let the blouse laid down and put, with too much force that was needing, carrier-bags on the floor. He heard rumors in living room and like something smashed on the ground. The man rolled his eyes, knowing that this will end like that sooner or later if she doesn't stop watching TV and panting nails in the same time.
'What are you doing there?!' She shouted angrily from living room.
'Just waiting as somebody move his ass and help me with carrier-bags!' He shouted back and smiled with gloat as he heard her steps. Moment later young fairy woman with a pink loop on the head appeared in the corridor, giving the man murderous look.
'You could just ask me about it. You don't have to ruining all corridor.' She snapped and took few carrier-bags from the floor.
'You can just think about it, 'Chaela. I can't do everything in this house.' The man said angrily and followed woman to the kitchen. Like he thought in sink were pile of dirty plates and all blade smeared with something yellow. Probably mustard. 'Why you didn't wash the dishes?!' He asked, losing the remains of patience. 'It's not that hard to do this 'Chaela. Especially when you're sitting in home for all day!'
'I was busy.' She replied and passed by him, even didn't look at him for moment. Stripling, he thought, shaking his head. Sometimes he had enough her and this all life. He was tired of being everybody's servant and hated his work in the market for nothing, cause boss didn't give him again all payment. It was so frustrating.
'Busy with what?!' He cried and again followed her, this time to the small living room, where Michaela laid down on the dark couch with traces of pink nail polish on it and started watching TV.
'There's new show in TV, which I wanted to watch. I don't know why you're so angry, John Paul.' She said screwing the face. John Paul tightened his fits.
'When mum asked me if I can take you for few weeks to himself and I agreed, I thought you may help me in flat cause I don't have too much time to take care about it. If you forget I'm working all day and when I'm back to home, I don't have strength to clean all apartment! You should help me, as a compensation, cause you're living with me for free without any duties and you don't even care to find a job. For God's Sake, you're not kid anymore, 'Chaela! '
'I don't have to thank you for this, John Paul. You're my older brother, it's your duty to take care about younger sister, when she doesn't has a place to stay.' She said, giving him maliciously smile. Like always he had many responsibilities to the family, it's shame it doesn't work on the other side too! They can only require from me, giving nothing in return. They even can't say fucking "thank you".
'You're stupid cow, 'Chaela.' John Paul said through the teeth and turned off the TV. Michaela shouted surprised, didn't expected this.
'Oy, I was watching this!'
'I have enough this!' he cried, 'nobody respects me in this family. Everybody thinks that I should everything throw away and go to you and do what you want. Like I don't have own life!'
'But you always did this.' Michaela said giving him odd look. 'So why are you complaining?'
'This stage in my life ended, 'Chaela. I'm not anymore an errand boy! I'm not living with you and mum, I started new life!' He shouted.
'Oh, yea. You started.' She said maliciously crossing arms against chest, 'you're alone as a finger John Paul. You don't have friends cause you don't have time to meeting with them. You have irredeemable work without future, and don't have a boyfriend. You have nothing, instead of me. So how anyone could respecting you in family, if you're loser? Yes John Paul, you're loser!' It was enough for him, he couldn't look at her face now. She heightened.
'Take your things and go out, Michaela. Go to mum.' John Paul said firmly stretched out his hand toward her bedroom. She crossed the line.
'What?! You can't kick me out, John Paul!' She cried shocked. 'I'm your sister!'
'Really? Try me.' He crossing arms against chest, his eyes stared at her unfriendly. And what are you do now, princess?
'And where I stay, then? On the street?!'
'You had two options Michaela. You could stay at my flat or go to the Nana. I think, you understand now where you'll land.' He replied with a small satisfaction. Michaela gnashed her teeth and walked toward bedroom, spanking her brother on the arm when she passed by him. He didn't say a word at it, just observing her.
'I'll tell everything mum!' She yelled. John Paul knew it was her the last resort.
'And I tell Jackie and 'Cedes what you really doing when you told them you're working on a new project from the work. They won't be happy if they find out, you lied to them and took a money for them for new clothes and nail polish, don't you think?!' He fired back, knowing that he hit her blind-spot. In Michaela's eyes he only saw cold and hate. He gulped, hardly withstand her look. Maybe I just heightened too much.
'I hate you! I don't want to see your bloody face again, you're finish for me!' She said cruelly. It hurt him very much, but he didn't allow himself to show his feelings, otherwise she'll be the winner and destroy him to the end. He needed to be strong. 'Now I know why Brad left you, John Paul. You're dick!' She shouted and closed the door with a slam behind herself. John Paul stared at the door, speechless, he felt tears in eyes. No I didn't heighten. She didn't have right to told this. She exactly knew how hard and painful was for him his separation with Brad. How many tears and nerves he lost, before he agreed that nothing change. That everything was over. You don't have any clue how much I want to disappeared...to die, 'Chaela… It'll be good for everybody. He quickly wiped his eyes with sleeve of shirt and took a deep breath before he speak up again.
'I'm going change 'Chaela. In an hour I'll have a match, so take the keys with herself. I'll take them back at mum's.' He said and walked to the bathroom as no responses came from his sister. It promises to be a long day, he thought and took off his shirt. Maybe for once he won't late for a match.
The match went pretty well, John Paul's protégés won three to two and go to the top in general classification. This was more than they could ever imagined and John Paul was very proud of them, especially when he recalled how hard was in the beginning. It was really difficult to kept in check entire herd of teenagers and taught them discipline. It was two years of hard work and now John Paul saw the effects of his and all team work. He felt amazed. It was one of the few things which he was able to made. Maybe I'm not that loser as you thought 'Chaela. He didn't fail it and he was really proud of himself like never before.
'Night coach!' they shouted when all team finally left the pub at midnight after celebrating their great success. John Paul followed them with a goofy smile, knowing that he probably drank too much this night, but he could afford it today. It was a special night, he felt it in bones.
'Night, guys! See you tomorrow at training!' He shouted back to them and waved his hand. When they disappeared, John Paul removed his mobile phone from the pocket and looked at screen. There were four missed calls from Michaela and two from his mum, so it looks like she had to be in mum's house now. I should know it, John Paul shook his head and hid his mobile phone in pocket, not ready for argue with his mother now. He phone to them later, when he'll land on the flat. For once they can wait. He was walking along empty street when his attention caught small black kitty with a paw wrapped with carrier-bag, who nervously tossing himself in the middle of street, meowing sadly. John Paul wasn't heartless, he quickly walked toward cat and kneeling next to him. He gently took him into arms and loosened the carrier-bag without problems. The kitty meowed quietly as John Paul stroked his small head and put him on the street.
'You're free now.' He smiled and threw the carrier-bag behind himself. Black ears moving slightly, recording some interesting sounds, amber eyes widened so much, that John Paul barely noticed his vertical pupils. It was something strange in this cat, John Paul felt it when his eyes met with kitty's, and he lost himself on them, couldn't move even on one millimeter. He saw his reflection in his eyes, slowly drowning in amber ocean's. He opened mouth trying to said something, but nothing came. Like he lost his voice. He just could looking into kitty's eyes with feeling that he knew this cat from somewhere, he looks so familiar. But where? Suddenly the eyes gone away leaving John Paul confused. There was only black emptiness and strange cold air which sprang up suddenly, rustling the nearest leafs. There was something bad hanging in the air, he felt it with all body. But he can't specified what. Maybe I drunk more than much.
'Oy, look out!' Someone screamed behind his back. John Paul felt as the ground quaking slightly. He turned his head on the side and looked again into amber ocean's, which in a minute grew and grew more, swallowed him all. Only when he felt severe pain in the side of body, he understood it wasn't cat's eyes anymore. It was the truest car and it was too late for run away.
In a minute he felt warm blood in mouth and was lying on the cold street, surrounded by few unfamiliar faces. He couldn't do nothing. Only his eyes moving slowly, recording everybody's moves trying to sorting out what just happened.
'Ambulance will be there in a minute. How's him?' The man above him asked the woman who gently touched John Paul's neck to check the pulse.
'Not good. He has a very weak pulse.' She replied.
I'm dying, it crossed through his mind and for the first time since the accident he was terrified. He looked on the left side as he heard familiar sound. His mobile phone was laying near to him, calling, but he didn't have strength to move his hand even for one millimeter. He saw mum on the screen and felt as tears gathered in his eyes. He had feeling he won't phone to her never again, especially when black kitty again appeared on the darkness, with small paws on his mobile phone, meowing loudly as someone was stripped him of leather. It's over.
'Cat' John Paul whispered with widened eyes. The man above him looked in the same direction what he and wrinkled his eyebrows. The kitty looking straight at John Paul like nobody was there. Don't be afraid boy. John Paul shivered, the cat squeezing knowingly his eyes. It' just me or this cat spoke to me? Oh my God, I losing my mind! Help me!
'He has hallucination. It's not good.' The man said shaking his head. John Paul almost fainted. The cat wasn't existing. He always thinking that if Death existing in some form, it'll came to him as a Grim Reaper…no in a black kitty's form. It was crazy. He never before heard about something like that. In none culture Death was presenting as a cat. I losing my mind, or maybe that really looks a Death…If it's true I like her in this form… Death doesn't look so bad as everybody saying. He heard the ambulance, unfamiliar faces saying to him he'll be fine, but he felt it won't end good for him. He'll die tonight, he knew that. Death was waiting for him patiently, observing him with big amber eyes. John Paul asked about it, it was only him who leaded the Death to himself. I wanted to die, and finally I got it.
'We lose him!' The paramedic shouted, John Paul heard as his heart slowly releasing in his chest. I'm dying. He became sleepy, in front of his eyes he only saw darkness, although he had opened eyes. If it's death, why I didn't see a tunnel with white light? He asking himself, his breath became heavy. Why it's so dark here? Why there is no light? It should be, everybody telling about it. He didn't know what's going on, what's happening with him now. He felt tears on his cheeks and hearing paramedics low voices...I'm flying above the clouds, free from destination...He smiled as he finally noticed softly white light at the end...I started this night and landing is not in the plans...His heart stopped beating, darkness turned into amber ocean's in which he found peace. He was light as a feather...I'm flying above the clouds...Everything became quiet and John Paul knew that he crossed the last line in his life. I'm dead. He was in amber ocean's, not sure if the end looks like that, or it's only beginning to something bigger. He was confused and terrified, didn't know what expected on the other side. Nobody prepared him for this, especially for a death in the age of twenty...I'm absolutely sure that I know nothing...