Chapter 7
Alvin and Simon laid on Alvin's bed, Simon's head on his stomach, and both nude under the sheets. It was midnight, and everyone else was asleep. Simon softly rubbed the fur on Alvin's chest, and Alvin rubbed his head in return. Simon looked up at him.
"...Alvin, I can't sleep..."
"Me neither, Si. Why can't you?"
"...Well, we're now in High School, and, well, what if everything changes when we graduate?"
Alvin looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean, Si?"
"Well, I mean we love each other now, but what if things between us change when we graduate?"
Alvin sighed, still stroking Simon's hair.
"Si, we love each other; nothing is ever going to change that."
"You promise?"
Alvin smiled at him lovingly.
"I promise."
"Thanks...Why can't you sleep?"
"...Same here, Si."
They both sighed, and simply laid there, talking about their love...
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Alvin and Simon woke up, and looked around. The clock said 10:00 AM. Their eyes widened; Simon had forgotten to get dressed and go back to his bed. Alvin looked over at Theodore's bed; it was empty. Alvin looked over at Simon, and Simon noticed that Alvin was crying.
"...Alvin, don't cry; it'll be okay..."
Alvin shook his head.
"No, Si...We're caught for sure. Theodore's probably told Dave, and Dave is probably, well, I don't know...But I know it's bad!"
Simon put his arms around Alvin, holding him.
"It'll be okay, Alvin...We'll always love each other."
"...Oh my God, Si! I just remembered! Teddy was staying at that friend of his' house for the weekend! He wasn't even here!"
Simon stared at him in shock, and then sighed deeply. They both hugged tightly, stared into each others' eyes, and kissed. Alvin sighed.
"Come on, Si...Let's get dressed before Dave comes up and really catches us..."
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Alvin and Simon walked down the street toward John's house, when something unusual caught Alvin's eye: there were two police cars and an ambulance near John's house. They both started running towards it, and a police officer stopped them.
"Sorry, fellas...You can't go in there."
Alvin gulped.
"What happened?"
"Last night we got a phone call from the man who lives there; he said he thought someone had broken into his house. We sent out a police car, and they heard gunshots in the house. They ran inside, and saw the owner shot, and lying on the floor. The police saw the suspect run, and he fired at them. They fired at him, hitting him twice in the chest and killed him. The owner is-"
Alvin felt his heart pound.
"Sir...We're good friends of the owner of that house! Is he gonna be okay?"
The officer sighed, and nodded.
"We believe so. He was shot in the left shoulder, and right side. But, the medical examiner believes he's going to live."
"Do they know who shot him?"
"Apparently, a member of the local Baptist Church, who shot the owner because he was a Satanist."
"LaVeyan Satanist."
The officer gave him a puzzled look.
"How do you know?"
"He was teaching us about it."
The officer looked at Alvin peculiarly, then shook his head.
"...I don't even want to know. But like I said, we believe he's going to live."
"Thank you. Do you know which hospital he's in?"
"I think Beverly Hills Medical Center."
Alvin and Simon turned around, and started running toward the Hospital...
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Twenty minutes later, Alvin and Simon arrived at Beverly Hills Medical Center. They ran inside, and heard that John was in surgery, and they wouldn't be able to see him until at least in an hour and a half. So, they both sat in the waiting room, trying to stay calm while they waited for John to come out of surgery. Alvin leaned up against Simon, who put his arm around him, and fell asleep. Simon held Alvin until the doctor came out. Simon quickly shook Alvin awake, and they both jumped up.
"...I don't think either of you are related to Mr. McKean, are you?"
Alvin and Simon shook their heads.
"But, you are Alvin and Simon?"
They looked at the doctor surprised. Alvin spoke up.
"How did you know our names?"
"Mr. McKean told us who was allowed to visit him; you two are at the top of the list. So, would you like to see him?"
They both nodded, and the doctor led them back into John's room. John was hooked up to numerous machines, but he seemed to be in good shape. He smiled when he saw them.
"Hey guys...How are you?"
Alvin hugged him.
"We're fine, John; you need to relax, or else you're going to open up your wounds."
John chuckled.
"...I'll relax when I'm dead, Alvin."
"Don't joke like that!"
"Okay, okay...I'm sorry; that was a bad joke. But don't worry guys...I'm gonna be okay."
"Are you sure?"
John nodded.
"I promise you both I'm gonna be okay."
"...What happened?"
"Well, I'm sure that by now you both know that I was shot by a crazed zealot. That's basically all there is to tell."
"...We're just glad you're gonna be okay."
John sighed.
"So am I, guys."
"Does the doctor know how long you're gonna have to stay here?"
"About three months. Do they know what happened to that zealot?"
"He's dead, John."
"...Seems just."
"Yeah, it does."
"...Guys, I've gotta get some sleep."
They both nodded, understanding.
"See you tomorrow, John."
"See ya, Alvin."
"Bye, John."
"Bye, Simon."
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Draconus666: Yes, this really happened to me back when I was living in California. One night I was sleeping, and a crazed zealot from the local Baptist Church broke into my house and shot me in those same places. I'd called the police before I was shot, however, and like in the story, when the police got there, he fired at them and they shot and killed him. I was in the hospital for three months, and there I met Allan, my future husband. To this day, I'm still surprised that I didn't die. That was when I decided that God didn't exist, because if he had, he wouldn't have let that happen to me (I was a "good Christian"). Allan was already a LaVeyan Satanist, and influenced me greatly. And now, for better or worse, here I am. To find out how it affected me physically, wait for the next chapter. Rege Satanas!
