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And after so much requesting, I've decided to write another chapter, another slice of Matt's life. So be afraid…be very afraid.
He didn't remember what color the sky was. He was pretty sure it wasn't white.
Amethyst eyes began blinking groggily, dilated pupils becoming a larger abyss to absorb the light. Calloused hands began to rub away the sandman's present off his eyelids. There was no longer the rough surface of a rock beneath his bottom or his legs. It was soft? He was no longer bare. There was a stiff blue gown on top of his skin that seemed to tickle his bare skin.
It felt heavy having something covering his body.
This was strange…or was this normal?
There was no longer a wet freshness in the air, the scent of sea water. The air was stale, not ever-changing in scents. It was strange.
He moved his fingers, contracting the small muscles into a fist when he realized that there was a slender tube of white liquid going into his vein. He could feel it. It was unnatural. There was a piece of thin metal going into his skin, into his vein and it was pouring strange liquid in there.
The room was not a circular cave, but a rectangular shape. It was white all over. There was strange pieces of seaweed…No…thinned wood on the walls. They had colorful shapes and strange symbols on them. He read them.
West Wing, room 123
He could read. Was that normal? He wiggled his toes. They were alright. Not bitten off like Francis said he would.
Matthew jolted up. Something warm was touching his face! But when he sat up, he realized it was the sun, barely peaking over the window of the hospital room.
How long has it been?
Matthew opened the back of his hospital gown, untying it like an old habit.
He tied and untied things before right? Like Calgary's ribbon. His daughter?
Did he have a daughter?
Was it all a dream?
Was it?
He fell asleep pondering the question in his head. As he slept, his brother Alfred stepped in at precisely 8:00 am for visiting hours along with his mom and dad. He wondered what happened to his brother those two years he was missing. Alfred, bored but not willing to interfere with the nurse's job of changing the bags that contained water and nutrients. He was unnaturally silent.
Matthew looked okay. He was slightly dehydrated but still had his nutrients. His skin was yellow, like Kiku after hiding in his bedroom watching anime and playing video games. It looks like he didn't have much sunlight. It seemed he ate okay even though he was a bit skinnier. It honestly didn't seem too bad. His hair was all the way down his back, but strangely enough, not tangled and not a split end in sight.
This confused him worse than playing Call of Duty without a remote.
Matthew briefly remembered everything before his little "incident". The small memories seemed to come at random. He remembers playing hockey, but could not remember what position he played. He lived in Canada but could not remember what cold was.
Was it a feeling? A sensation?
His name is Matthew Williams, Mathieu Guillaume on his French birth certificate. The date was July 17th and it was approximately two years since he was kidnapped.
He was a big fan of hockey, played and loved the sport. He was a sophomore in high school before, now he would be a senior.
He was supposed to play the Sweet-Mountain Beavers that winter. He loved maple syrup with pancakes. He had a fluffy white dog named Kuma-something. He had a twin brother named Alfred, who loved McDonald's and was scared to death of horror movies.
And that was his life before?
Was that all?
Matthew felt confused. It would be best to ponder this later.
He briefly overheard the doctors in his state awake and going into dreamland.
"We have found multiple scars across his lower back and on his hands, probably from the swamp. He has a bacterial infection inside the stomach area but we can get rid of that with a quick cleaning and immunization shot. However, there is something strange. The urinary tract that leads from the bladder had been largely widened and stretched to a very large width. Since the urinary tract naturally widens in width, this would not be a problem but by the sheer size of the urethra has us baffled—"
Matthew opened his eyes again. And blinked.
He watched the swirling fan on the ceiling turn clockwise in the heat. He was back in his Dad's summer home. The cool cotton sheets stuck to his hot sweaty skin.
And he heard a splash.
Matthew, curious and half-frightened, grabbed his hockey stick that was by his bedside table(because he isn't his brother who sleeps with a rifle beneath his pillow*) and ran towards the sound which echoed from his father's indoor pool in the left side of the house. He heard Alfred's loud footstep thump from upstairs and he heard a bit of stuff fall down. Stupid Alfred.
Matthew ran toward the indoor pool, unlocking the safety lock and turning on the lights. The lights blinded him for a few moments before he adjusted to the newly surrounding light.
His worst fears came true.
Leaning his chin on the palms of scaled hands, Francis smirked deviously, his elbows propped onto the concrete floors. Francis mouthed something.
I love you
Alfred raced in then. His glasses were askew and he was covered in soda and ketchup stains. Alfred frantically waved his baseball bat around.
" Where is he? Who the flying fuck dares stop me in a game of Tetris!"
Matthew, disgusted, covered partially his face and turned around, not wanting to acknowledge the sight. Alfred seemed to have calmed down a bit and fixed his glasses.
" Whad up Matt. What's the probl-oh….Oh. There's a mermaid in our pool…..Holy smokes! There's a mermaid in our pool!"
Francis, in annoyance, slapped some pool water at Alfred with his tail. And he dived back into the pool.
" H-Hey! Matt do you see this! This is fuckin' aweso—"
Matthew let hot tears flow down his cheeks. Not this again. Please, not this.
"H-hey. What's wrong?"
Francis pulled out a large shell with his mouth and placed it on the cement floor. Alfred walked over to the shell and picked it up. He looked back to Mattie and gave it to him.
Matthew didn't accept the shell and continued to cry. He covered his eyes in the most guys do, not wanting others to see. His thumb by his temple and the length of his fingers covering his eyes.
Alfred and Matthew's Dad came in a bit later, dark bags under his eyes and another baseball bat in his hands. He was still in his work clothes, probably pulling an all-nighter on some project.
" What happened! What's that noise! Jeepers Creepers!"Their Dad nearly jumped ten feet when his saw Francis' tail peeking out from the surface.
"Alfred…Matthew…please tell me that's what I think it is…." Their father pointed and fainted.
Alfred rolled his eyes before ushering Mattie out of the room and picking up their Dad.
It was only four in the morning so it was already too late for them to go back to sleep only to wake up at six. Alfred placed their father on the couch and placed some ice behind his head to drop the swelling behind.
Alfred wiped the left over ketchup on his cheek from sleeping on top of a big mac.
~A few hours later~
"Father! What have you done?!" Mathieu yelled as they carried a large tank full of saltwater.
" Just the most extraordinary thing that has ever happened to us Mathieu! When the lab gets a hold of this they will give me greatest possible acknowledgment in the world of science! Just think! A new house! A new yard!—"
" I don't want that! Just set it free!"
" Damn it all Mathieu! If you won't help me then by god I will make you!"
And with that, his father slammed the door of the pool recreational area. Mathieu began to cry silently, letting hot tears run down his face.
The merman in the pool cocked his head curiously. He watched the human boy cry on the bench by the pool. He ducked down, wondering what could have happened. He continued to examine the cool marble of the pool, wondering why was it so smooth?
The excitement of being of stuck in a human's pond wore off quickly. Francis began to get bored. He observed the small filter mechanisms that seemed to take away water and yet the pool was at the same level.
He wondered where the fish was, it seemed there was no possible way to catch any for his hunger. He swam up to the surface where he watched the mortal boy carry a large bucket of fish toward him. Francis licked his lips.
Matthew carried the bucket of fish toward the hungry merman in the recreational pool. Why did Dad force him to do this? Matthew grabbed a pocketknife from his pocket and chopped the fish in half and began to place them in a bowl.
Francis continued to watch the boy cut fish into delectably small pieces.
Matthew finished cutting the fish and placed them at the edge of the pool where a hand grabbed the bowl and pulled it in.
Francis greedily grabbed the fish and chomped into the pieces, ravishingly. There seemed to be no sharks so letting the blood flow wouldn't be a problem.
Matthew sat down, watching the merman eat the fish ravishingly. The canines in his mouth had elongated to bite down into his meal. When the merman finished, he placed the bowl at the corner of the pool before diving into the pool again. Matthew went over to pick up the bowl when a scaled hand reached out and grabbed him. Inhumane strength kept him there as the merman's face got very close to his face. Matthew shut his eyes tightly before feeling a warm tongue lick his lips.
Francis licked the human boy's lips before diving back into the water. Matthew covered his mouth with his hand, the merman gave him a wink.
"Oh god…not this again."
Every time Matthew got close to pool, the merman seemed to have a hobby for touching him at any given chance. Whether it was when he fed him the fish chunks or those very rare rare chances where he would stick his feet in,when it was hot, into the water. And even then, Alfred was there to keep an eye out of curious. His completely paranoid brother who believed in aliens, Area 51*, crop circles, every government conspiracy and the belief that they froze Walt Disney under the Pirates of the Caribbean boat in adventure land*.
Francis didn't seem to move much anymore. One day, they just found him floating to the top on his belly, like a dead fish. After profound poking with the net to pick up stuff from the bottom, they decided to let their father know that the merman was dead or in a coma, not realizing that the weather report for tonight would be a storm warning.
It was nine at night, and the clouds were starting to gather up in clusters.
"What do you think Dad will do?" Alfred asked.
"Disect it, probably. " Matthew responded, feeling a bit safer knowing Francis was dead. Matthew took notice of the weather outside by a window.
"Hey look Al, those don't look like normal clouds." Matthew watched the dark clouds gather in cluster outside their house and watched as it begun to sprinkle, then rained harder, like fists against a window.
"It's August, probably just an ocean storm." Alfred shrugged it off and was about to turn on the television when the lights completely went out, the bulbs breaking into small shards.
"Oh shit. Mother-fucker!" Alfred dropped dramatically to the ground. Matthew turned to the window to see it rain and bear harder on the ground. Matthew noticed something odd about the rain. He leaned forward to the window when the glass shattered. Small pieces of glass skid across Matthew's face, leaving small trails of blood.
Those wet fists against the window made the glass shatter. The water was not even its reflective clear color…it was red. The color of blood.
"Mattie! Are you okay?" Alfred crawled over.
" Yeah…I think so," Matthew, wiped the blood off his cheek. Matthew carefully crawled on the marble floor and over to Alfred, who was by the couch. Matthew took notice of the rain seeping into the house. Their summer home was just by the cliffside towards the oceans, any storm would intensify its fury, ten-fold, here.
The walls seemed to moan as the wind started to shake the small antiques and knick-knacks on the shelves. The duo crawled away from the broken window and towards the hallway that leads to the kitchen. Shutters clanked against each other. Windows began to vibrate with force, some too weak to handle it.
Matthew covered his ears with his palms, the screeching of palm trees hitting the windows and exterior was truly frightening.
And came the sound.
The loud and biting sound of a storm chaser's screech. Alfred cried out as his ear drums popped and blood began to flow out of his ear canal.
It was unhuman, unnatural. Not even a jet engine could compare.
Feeling a wetness permeate from his ears, Matthew took a sniff to find it was blood dripping down his ears. Matthew took a hold of his brother and ran into the kitchen. Not only was there the medical kit, there were more than enough Chef Paolo knives to protect them if it was what he think it is.
Matthew tore open the cabinet on top of the stove, and fished out the hard plastic cover of the medical and emergency kit. He opened it and shoves cotton balls on his ears, and pushed some towards Alfred.
He grabbed a butcher knife and gave Alfred another knife.
"Take this and run! Go upstairs Al." Matthew ordered. Alfred, quite unused to hearing Matthew raise his voice questioned him.
"What the hell is this?!"
"A mer-creature! Run Alfred!" There was a slick sound from the pool room, like a very large snake was moving.
" I won't leave you!" Alfred responded.
" This is no time to play hero Al! You have to go before it kills you—" before he could finish his sentence, deadly spikes like knives torn into Alfred's side. Matthew ran over to him before feeling a sharp clawed hand grabbed into his ankle.
"Jesus Christ!" Matthew turned back to see Calgary, tearing her nails painfully into his slender ankle. She was transformed into a Storm Chaser.
He kicked her face and crawled towards Alfred who had rolled into a ball, clutching his sides that bled profusely.
An iron grip pulled him away from Alfred and he slashed whoever it was with his knife. His left ankle was completely useless, the claws had ripped into the ligament. He crawled over to Alfred and cradled his head.
" M-Matt. What the hell is that?"
Another glass window was broken and more rain leaked into the house. The water was beginning to touch Matthew's toes as it stained red with blood.
The slick wet sound of a snake moving in the water alarmed Matthew as the King of Ocean appeared with all his horrifying glory. The large brown and green coral skin covered his face and built itself a large crown. Large spikes surrounded the tail that made him rise up.
"P-pl-ple-please d-don't h-hurt us." Matthew begged, hoping to at least save Alfred's life. His pulse was too low…
Those soulless black eyes stared at Matthew. The other sisters crawled into the window. Their disfigured bodies and ugly faces screeched and preened. He noticed that rather than tails, they had long separated legs that twist and turned. Matthew closed his eyes.
If Death comes, make it swift. The strong scent of copper and salt was making him nauseas. He felt a rough head gently go against his forehead.
Please come back.
And he felt a wet drop of water on his hand that brushed Alfred's bangs out of his forehead. Die or Live? Live or Die? He made a choice that he would later find not regretting.
Okay.
One week later, Mr. Jones committed suicide from jumping off the cliffs of his home. Mrs. Williams was diagnosed and later admitted to Jackson Mental Health Hospital in Miami and later committed suicide by drowning in a bathtub.
DNA testing reveals that the blood that was on the marble of the floors to be fish blood,species unknown and part of it was Matthew and Alfred's.
Years Later, a couple swore to the police that they saw of twins in the water on the day of Hurricane Francis and that they had fishtails.
No one knows what happened to Matthew or Alfred. And no one knows what happened to the family dog, Kumajiro.
After serious consideration, I decided to add a chapter to the fic based on the requests of a few. May you all sleep well tonight *Grins*
Matthew, curious and half-frightened, grabbed his hockey stick that was by his bedside table(because he isn't his brother who sleeps with a rifle beneath his pillow*)-For some reason, everybody seems to think that we Americans sleep with a gun under out pillows. That may or may not be true (I don't sleep with a gun underneath my pillow but I do have a butter knife beneath my pillow and a cricket paddle by my bedside tableeven though I don't like cricket.)
Area 51*- It's a top secret US Military base that most American's believe contains remnants of Aliens, UFOs and secret spy planes. It's in the open desert of Nevada, about a few kilometers away from Las Vegas and if you try to get closer, the police stop. They plant several cameras in the trees, cactus and birds so it's all hush hush. You can see from Google Earth or Google Maps.
They froze Walt Disney in the Pirates of the Carribbean ride in Adventure land*- Walt Disney is the creator of Mickey Mouse and DisneyLand who approximately died on December 15, 1966 from Lung Cancer. There is a rumor that Mr. Walt Disney was cryogenically frozen under the Pirates of the Caribbean Ride in Disneyland, Anaheim, California because being a wealthy man, he may have been able to access the technology to preserve himself. The first known human cryogenic freezing did not occur until January 1967, more than a month after Disney's death. According to "at least one Disney publicist", as reported in the French magazine Ici Paris in 1969, the source of the rumor was a group of Disney Studio animators with "a bizarre sense of humor" who were playing a final prank on their boss. Though most Historians find this fact false. Whatever the truth was, he is acclaimed for making some of the best Children's films ever and he still receives awards and medals in his honor.
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