4. Remolded
What should one do, when they are conscious that something they have poured their love on is being robbed from them ? When an intrusive hand tears it apart, ripping it off their heart with scalpel. You feel every bit being severed and it leaves you empty. So empty, death is born in the emptiness. She crawls out as a little girl with dark hair and approaches you slowly with her arms open as she demands a lethal embrace. She seems so innocent, so sweet and her hug so comforting. But she won't set you free until your heart has stopped and your tissues began turning into reeds. Ruben wanted to give in but there was a blinding light of a lighthouse blinking each time he closes his eyes to say goodbye. It calls him back. The more he closes his eyes the longer the light stays, piercing his eyelids. Along with a muffled voice pleading for help.
His eyelids are terribly heavy and this goddamned light that burns the inside of his pupils. It blinks one last time before Ruben hears a clear scream of pain pleading for him to help echo within his sound bouncing off the walls, hurting his cranium.
"RUBEN !" His eyes snap open and he is violently pulled back awake.
Ruvik wakes up on a bed in one of the asylum's many room. He lifts himself up with his elbows. His entire body hurts so much, as if it had been through a meat grinder. He massages his pained temples, sitting at the edge of the metallic bed. There is a desk in front of him and nothing else. He looks to the side and sees a shadow passing in front of the door. He stands up immediately, runs towards the door and kicks it open. Once he exits the room he finds himself in a gray corridor filled with doors. Only one of them is open and it leads to the familiar secretariat of the asylum. He approaches timidly but halts at the door frame, when he encounters Leslie with his back turned on him, a few meters ahead. He curiously leans his torso past the door frame to see if there was anyone sitting behind the counter. There was nobody. He stepped back and focused on Leslie again.
"Leslie..." Ruvik calls but the albino does not answer.
The blonde man frowns slightly. Usually Leslie flips out at the sound of Ruben pronouncing his name. The scientist takes a few steps, quietly getting closer of his "lover"
"Leslie, do you know where we are. We cannot be at the asylum. There's usually a door...on...t-" the man interrupted himself to listen to the faint, frantic mumbling.
"He sees all. He sees all. He sees all. No escape. No escape ! NO ESCAPE !" Screamed Leslie, terrified. His voice distorting into an atrocious whistling piercing Ruben's head.
The young patient disappeared as the world began to shake violently. Ruben stumbled, he ran towards the exit holding his head. He only had time to grasp one of the handles before the building was flipped around, leaving him hanging. He swung his legs back and forth until he could put his fingers into the seams between the wooden door and the frame. His other hand joined quickly the other, the door handle served now as support for the tip his expensive shoes. Ruben propelled himself with the help of his arms only on the now inclined dark brick wall. He sat on the wall to catch his breath, letting his legs hang against the open door.
"What is going on ?!" He asked himself. His hand against his chest rising up and down.
Ruvik observed all around him. Krimson city was completely destroyed. Pieces of a puzzle scattered where they shouldn't be. His eyes widened desperately at the view. "What happened ? Had everyone died ? Laura ! I have to find Laura and...Leslie." With all these thoughts coursing in his mind, he barely had time to avoid the carcass of a car thrown by the moving earth at him.
Leslie whined and trashed in Jimenez's hold. The last thing he could remember was a calloused hand tightening around his throat before darkness consumed him. When he woke up, he was lying down on the back seat of Jimenez's car. Jimenez parked in the front yard and dragged Leslie into the his white house made of stones. Once the insane scientist opened the doors, Leslie gawked at the immensity of the main hall. The marble walls shined with the sunlight coming through the windows. The floor was covered by a beautiful crimson carpet as well as the pair of stairs leading to the second floor.
The albino gasped lightly as he was suddenly brought back to reality by Jimenez sliding in his field of view. The older man's hands held his shoulder and Jimenez looked at him attentively. Almost as if he were studying a model's figure to see if a piece of clothing would fit. After 5 minutes of examination, the albino hears the doctor whisper. "He'll do just fine."
"Leslie, i know you're confused but i know with time you will understand my decisions. You'll understand, if you truly love someone. This is your new home"
"I won't...go back to the hospital ?!" Leslie asks to be certain that this isn't a dream.
"No, Leslie." Answered the bearded man reassuringly. The patient smiled genuinely, sighing with relief and joy as tears began to surface in the corner of his eyes.
"Can i go see my parents, now ?"
"No yet Leslie. No yet. You stay here for the moment and you're not allowed to leave." Leslie's smile faded quickly and it was Jimenez's turn to sigh.
"Okay, i'll wait." Responded the younger one obediently, letting the good thought of not having to return to Beacon invade his mind.
"Now, i'll show you your room. It's made just for you." Announced the doctor, taking the pale hand to guide it's owner through the mansion.
Leslie's mind wandered to his lover, Ruben. Worry overtook his spirit through his love. He could sense that something was wrong and that a tragedy had happened. Now that he was going to live with the doctor, how will Ruben and him see each other. Will Ruben climb through the window like in the princes in the fairy tales ? The little albino was tempted to ask but he remembered what Ruben had told him during their first night together.
["Leslie, what we're doing is... Nobody should know of this. It's a magical secret. It's our magical secret that nobody, not even your doctor should know. Okay ?" Leslie nodded, smiling at Ruben with his index against his lips shushing. Sealing their secret.]
He could talk but he was worried. Would he ever see Ruben again ?
Panting, bleeding, Ruvik was running with all his might. He couldn't look behind. He didn't need to. He could hear the loud thumping of the creature's members hitting the concrete. Where had he landed ? It was the most recurrent of his thoughts. The creature, was composed of the torso of a white haired female and it's 6 long spidery legs were made of white mannequin limbs. He ran through the broken city, avoiding the debris falling of the building, thanks to the vibration caused by the gigantic monster steps and howls. The thing had been chasing him since the asylum. Throwing cars and concrete on his way.
The abomination pursuing him was causing such havoc that an entire skyscraper fell just behind Ruvik. Giving him time to hide into the forest of the city's central park. He powered his way through the overgrown vegetation. He stopped when he hears a faint familiar melody. "Clair de Lune" He recognized. Following the soothing music, he came across a little mirror hidden between the leaves of a bush. The mirror cracked, shards flew towards him, he protected his face with his left arm as the light intensified and sucked him in.
His eyes where shut. He was expecting the worst but nothing came except the sound of water coursing quietly. He unsealed his orbs and observed his environment. He was in what seemed to be a garden made of stone. Leaves descending graciously on the pillars. Flowers adorning the cracked ground. Ruben felt safe here. The sweet sound of water and "Clair the Lune" was so comforting. The atmosphere wasn't as heavy as it was on the outside.
He continued to follow the music. It lead him to the center of the garden. There was a piano playing itself on a piece of round concrete podium. The podium was surrounded by vivid green grass and baby's breath flowers. Pillars and effigies circled the scene. Separating five round door frames. The scientist examined the status and was surprised to see that they were scantily clad Leslie.
Their head were tilted down as if they were looking at him. Their expression weren't usual, they held sensuality and malice in them. Ruben gulped what seemed to be a large portion of his throat but was just saliva. Their stare made him feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly, multiple giggles were added to the symphony. those giggle echoing, surrounding the blonde man, belonged to Leslie. He searched around for Leslie, calling him.
Then five white statues appeared. Coming out of the five passages. They were responsible for the haunting giggles. They circled him, trapping him in the center as they approached him swaying their hips with each step.
Their bodies were only covered by a white transparent belly dancer skirt and jewelry adoring their neck, chest and hips. They looked an awful lot like the Leslie in his fantasies.
Jimenez was incredibly excited by the thought of Leslie being constantly with him. His plan had worked and now Leslie was his, to do with as he pleases. The white duckling was taking a bath, purifying himself for Marcelo. His desires would be fulfilled and he would find what was taken from him long ago.
His house is full of secrets. Full of hidden passages, holes in the walls and painting to observe his new housemate at all times. The insane doctor travels to the end of the corridor to a large wooden bookcase. He pulls a book, opening a secret entrance.
Finally, he can rest and enjoy himself in his favorite corner. It is a secret tiny room the allows you to spy on whoever is in the bathroom through the mirror. Of course the person on the other side cannot see. Some might think that this is for a pervert but for Jimenez it was a way to examine, observe his albino lab rat closer. Plus there is no harm in looking at some eye candy from time to time.
Time to time ? It's been 20 years since he had sexual intercourse. He missed the sweet touch of a skin under his fingers. Ruvik had been lucky to get Leslie to become obsessed with him. Such a gorgeous boy, so docile, so innocent, so malleable. It was rare to find. Specially in this dump of a city. Most boys bearing as much beauty would end up in human trafficking or prostitution. Luckily, Leslie had been found and raised in the village in the outskirts of the Krimson city. The young albino had been raised by his brother Valerio.
Nowadays that old guy doesn't even speak to him. Valerio seems to have forgotten that he has a brother.
With good reason. After what Jimenez had done.
The doctor focused on the scene in front of him. Leslie playing with yellow plastic ducklings in the tub. He let out a sigh of desperation as he watched the boy lift his slender but firm leg in the air, so the ducklings can walk over it and use it as a slide as Leslie talked to them or gave the, voices. Leslie was a pure temptation. A drug, to be consumed over and over again. Marcelo cannot blame Ruvik for using the boy to fulfill his...fantasies. Either way, he's with Jimenez now.
And nobody will take him away from, not until he's done with him.
Leslie has a story for you.
The story begins with a yellow duckling, named Rob waddling about. Rob was a bitter duckling, nobody knew the cause of his coldness. But some used to say that it was because he had no one to love. Others say it is because he lost his little sister, Alessa. She was pushed in the drain and never seen again.
After on hot summer day, during a hot summer night, he went dip his feathers in the tub. After all the others had left to head home. Since that accident, he refused being seen by others. Only coming out during the night. Rob swim quietly, basking under the moon beams traveling through the bathroom window.
A sudden knock on the door, startled Leslie. A familiar voice erupted from the other side of the door.
"Leslie ! It's time to get out, it's been an hour."
"I...i...i'm coming." Stuttered Leslie. Worry taking over again.
He did not like the doctor. The doctor meant pain, endless pain.
Ruben was lying on the floor, trying to put distance between him and the Leslie statues. They were all around him, giggling delicately. Caressing his entire body. Stimulating part with surprisingly light stone palms and smooth lips. One of them was sitting on his hips. Others were on his sides, two were caressing tenderly but suggestively his form and the two others were holding his arms. His head was beyond the edge of the concrete and grass, it hovered above the blue water filled with lotus flowers and water lilies.
The statue holding his right arm, brought it's hand closer to his face and locked it under his chin. The white statue pushed his head under the water. Desperate, Ruben fought with all his might. Trashing against their stone grip. All his efforts were to no avail. Ruben witnessed that famous movie cliché. His miserable life flashing before his eyes. Among the things, he would miss the most, there was his home, his sister, his work, his inventions, his traps
but mostly...
Leslie...
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I think it's slightly better than the last one.
Not all chapters will be like this one. Some of them will sometimes focus solely on one character.
So don't be surprised when you don't see much of the rest of the cast for one or two chapters.
