Chapter Seven: Seven Minutes in Heaven

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Sasha stood up, out of his bed and walked over to his dark wooded dresser drawers. He opened the top drawer, that opened smoothly and took out something he hadn't used since the last letter he'd gotten, which was months ago.

In his gloved hand, he held a small, sliver razor in his palm. He used it to open letters to make a nice long clean slit because he didn't like the unorganized tearing. He ran his protected finger across the edge of the razor and found it was sharp and small, just what he needed.

Bad Sasha, you can't do this! His mind screamed at him, and then seconds later it screamed, God damn it Sasha! Why the hell do you have to be so stupid!? Kill yourself you stupid, selfish asshole! He didn't know what to do. He knew he shouldn't, but he knew it was the best way. He knew if he was gone, the vampires would be gone, and then no one at the camp would be hurt and he wouldn't have to live with Milla and Cali being mad at him.

He took both his gloves off and placed the razor in his right hand, nervously and soaked in a mental land of self pity. He held the razor a centimeter above his left wrist, shakily. You can do it, Sasha. Everyone hates you anyway, what's the point of hanging around?

He slowly pressed the razor into his skin, not dragging it at all, but pushing. His once clenched teeth became lose as he felt the felt the sting of the little metal piece. It hurt. He felt the warm blood ooze down his wrist, slowly, and oddly, it satisfied him for a moment. He wanted the pain caused on him that he caused to other people. It was his fault why should anyone else care?

As soon as he pulled the razor a centimeter across his skin, his mind screamed, Sasha! Stop! There are other ways! You are not the desperate type! And just with that, he pulled the razor away, staring at the cut moving slightly downward, near all the veins.

There were other ways. He grabbed a small, white handkerchief off his dresser and wrapped it around his wrist, tying it tight, but not tight enough to cut off his circulation. The cut burned and stung on his wrist but he fought through the pain contemplating on his old thoughts he just recycled. Doing so, he came to the conclusion that he needed to stop these vampires, physically. First off, he needed to apologize to his friend.

He slumped out into the living room, in pain to find a strange sight. Cali was not there. Extremely strange…

He walked into the kitchen. Still no Cali. He walked into the lab. Still no Cali. He walked into the bathroom. Still no Cali.

Uh-oh.



He ran into the "living room", frantically looking for a sign on where he was. He ran his hands across the couch looking for a note or a letter or a small sign of where he could have run off to because, obviously he was not in Sasha's room. He must've have left. But what if he was seen? What if a Psychonaut had found him? What if he was going to tell Milla?

He frantically searched the coffee table, looking for a sign, flipping organized papers he put there, and in which, he found a note that read, "EX-FRIEND, YOU GO HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN, AND I'LL GO GET KILLED BY A SERIAL KILLER, CALI. P.S. I'LL DO MY BEST TO SAVE MORRY".

Sasha's heart stopped for a second.

He shoved the letter into his back pocket and ran out of the lab to the campsite. It was a bright day, luckily he had his glasses. It looked as if it was about noon. Strange, he didn't look at the clock at all. He walked down the path way and decided he needed to find Milla. He thought headquarters would be his best bet.

He walked into HQ and found Milla and Agent Ford Cruller standing a couple feet away from each other, on the platform and talking.

"Speak of the devil…" Cruller muttered, quietly, but not quietly enough. He stood looking at Sasha with a straight face in his normal Psychonauts suit, with his arms crossed.

Milla smiled lightly at him. She wore a bright pink and orange dress that was skin tight and had little spaghetti straps. She long golden hoops dangled from her ears to help notice she was wearing a matching golden necklace. "Hello Darling, we were just talking at you." She told him politely.

Sasha narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. "Oh really?" He asked a little more worried than anything else.

Milla nodded at him and her long brown hair moved with her. "Oh, it was nothing, Darling."

Sasha nodded, even though he didn't believe that. "Um, Agent Vodello," He mumbled trying to sound professional. "Could you talk to me alone for a moment? Please?" He took her arm and muttered quickly, "It's about Cali!"

Cruller lifted his finger as if to declare something, which he did. "There's nothing you can tell her that you can't tell me Sasha." He told him. He nodded at him and smiled lightly.

Sasha clenched his teeth. Yeah there was, but what could he tell him? That Cali, the evil insane dentist was staying at his lab and disappeared? Or that he just turned into a vampire? He sighed. "Oh, never mind." He muttered through his stressed teeth and stormed out.

"Sasha, wait!" Milla called from behind him. Sasha did no such thing.



Minutes later, found himself running outside of the campgrounds, and into the place he found himself in the beginning…

The Alleyway.

He slowed his pace, realizing he didn't exactly know where he was. He walked straight and didn't stop. It was a morning, but it looked extremely dark in the Alleyway, almost as if it was night, even though it was more like the afternoon. Maybe that's why pretty little vampire boy hung out here because it was always dark.

Moments later, he came across a sight that looked familiar. It was the same place he was bit by that pretty, not handsome, young man.

He looked around and saw a familiar face, tied up in rope and sat on the floor. That face was the face of Coach Oleander. He had a bruise on his right eye and a scratch on his left cheek. Sasha's eyes lit up behind his glasses and he knelt down to his said. "Coach Oleander." He muttered shaking his shoulders, to make him conscious.

The Coach's eyes opened but looked frightful, staring behind Sasha. "Look out!" He muttered, hoarsely.

Sasha looked behind him and saw the face of a beautiful boy, going for his neck again. That beautiful boy was William.

William looked up at him with a sinister, feminine smile. He pushed his brunette, flowing hair behind his ears and giggled, evilly. "Looking for some things?" He asked, slightly whistling his S's, which somehow added to the evilness.

Sasha shook his head, no, in pity. "Where is Cali?" As soon as he asked that he noticed William was holding something in his arms. Something blue. Something that looked a lot like Cali. Sasha opened his mouth as Cali was being held by the arm, not moving, but looking angry. "What are you going to do to him?"

William shrugged. "Probably kill him." He said cutely. "Unless you're willing to change that."

Sasha narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. "What do I have to do?"

William smiled wider. He looked at Oleander. His perfect, pretty eyebrows heightened. "Kill him." He gave a gesture to the Coach. "Then you can have your boyfriend back."

Sasha was too angry and too worried to point out that a) he would never kill anyone and b) Cali was not his boyfriend. He looked at Morry who gave a frightened look. Looking back at the vampire boy he muttered, "I wouldn't kill anything."



Cali nodded. "You wouldn't," He muttered to Sasha. "But he would." He gestured to the pretty boy standing next to him and holding him.

William looked at Cali, with a look of what seemed like sarcastic shock. "Caligosto!" He sounded surprised. "Now why on earth would you say that?"

Cali shrugged. "I dunno, because it's easier to get a meal by killing." He raised his eyebrows. "And you're kind of vampire is pure evil."

William's surprised look faded. "How do you know so much?" He demanded angrily.

Cali gave a straight face. "I've watched you, all of you. And I know how you seduce people."

William kissed Cali's cheek. "By what do you mean?" He whispered, loud enough that Sasha could hear. "I wouldn't seduce anyone." Here he kissed Cali's cheek again, down to his neck and pressed his lips there.

Cali's eyes closed, in pleasure and his mouth opened slightly.

Sasha stood in shock, not knowing what to do, or if he should do something. He ran is fingers threw his short black hair and looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed.

Suddenly, Cali moved away before anything else could happen. "No!" He exclaimed. "I will not be turned into one of your kind!"

William sighed. "Oh who ever said that?" He said sweetly. His cute face faded into an angry one. "You're dinner." Here, he quickly moved his head to Cali's neck, holding his arm, and his metal arm. His brown hair fell into his pretty face as he quickened his pace.

Cali struggled, unsuccessfully, to get away. He pushed and shoved, thinking the little boy wouldn't be hard to knock down, but looks can be deceiving. He held Cali's arms with such force, he dug his pretty nails into the real one. Cali couldn't help but to stop moving and give up but as soon as he almost lost hope, Sasha psi-blasted the beautiful vampire away from Cali.

Sasha grabbed Cali's arm and pulled him close to his chest. "Don't hurt my friend." He said sternly.

William stood up and crossed his arms at his chest. "Fine. I'll hurt my bait." He sighed, before giggling evilly. "You know, he wasn't going to be a meal, Coach Oleander, just someone to help you here. But now that you don't want me to kill your best friend, I guess I have no choice, unless you want to change your mind?"

Sasha stood in shock with his mouth open slightly. Kill Coach Oleander or kill Cali? That was a tough decision. He couldn't have him kill the Coach because the Psychonauts would think badly 

of him, though he couldn't let him kill Cali because Cali was his friend…or he was going to be his friend once they made up.

He sighed looking at William now. He's shocked expression changed to a morose look and than a blank, not caring one. "Kill him." He figured he really wouldn't hurt Cali. There was no such thing as "pure" evil…right?

William sighed and shifted his eyes to the sky, dramatically. "Oh, if you want me too." He muttered and put one hand on Cali's hip.

He was leaned to Cali and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out until seconds later. "Stop! Yikes!" He struggled away and William tightened his grip. "Stop him Sasha! I don't mean to be selfish but, FUCK OLEANDER!" He freaked out and William went to his neck.

Oleander sneered at him with his little angry face. "Jeez, you're nice, old partner." He spat sarcastically.

Sasha pushed the little vampire away as hard as he could and grabbed Cali away again. "Okay listen, how about we have no killing today?" He asked, saying the first thing that came out of his mouth.

Williams hazel eyes turned to Sasha. "Fine." He muttered then looked at his glasses puzzled. "Oh Agent Nein?" He cooed walked towards him, with every feminine bounce in his step. "What do you hide behind those square glasses of yours?" He asked seductively and placed his hands daintily on the rims.

Sasha tried to pull back but William stopped him. "Please don't." He begged.

William sighed dramatically. He flipped his long brown hair out of his Hazel eyes and giggled. "Oh if you don't want me too." He shifted his eyes to the floor and his arms shifted behinds his back. "What do you have to hide? I'm sure your eyes are beautiful." He placed his hands on Sasha's shoulders as he stated his comment.

Sasha shook his head. "Just leave it alone." He looked back at Oleander who had a look between anger and fright.

Cali sat down next to Oleander and smiled at him. "Nice seeing you again old partner." He greeted nicely. "I'm sure you remember me, let me help you out of these." Here he struggled to untie the ropes around Oleanders arms and waist.

William took his eyes off of Sasha and moved his eyes to Cali and the Coach. He flicked his wrist at them and Cali flung out of the way on his back.

The Coach looked furious. "Let me go, you faggot!" He yelled to the beautiful vampire.



William raised a perfect shaped eyebrow, angry at his hurtful words, and shook his head. "I would be careful on what you say." He told him. "You know, the word 'faggot' hurts more people then you know." He paused and half smiled with his feminine lips. "Two of them happen to be your partners or have been your partner." He shifted his hazel eyes to Sasha and Cali.

Cali sat up with his real arm on his neck, under his long black hair and called, "Half gay!" He declared. "I'm bisexual, meaning I like girls too! And the same goes for Sasha!"

Sasha blushed and said nothing.

Coach Oleander looked at both of them amazed. "You are?" He asked, as his angered face faded into a puzzled and even slightly frightened one. He watched Cali nod and he looked at Sasha. "Really?"

Sasha looked at William and shook his head in pity. "You evil thing, let us go! Leave us alone!" He yelled.

William shook his head back. "I don't think I will." He giggled evilly and glided over to Cali, gracefully. He elegantly lifted his arm in front of Cali's face and helped him stand up. He put his arms around Cali's neck and started playing with Cali's hair still with poise.

Suddenly he started singing. He wasn't singing anything; it was just in a form of nicely put together hums. He started singing louder and as he did Cali, Sasha and Oleander became entranced. His voice was beautiful. His voice was so beautiful and so exquisite they couldn't look away.

After a while, William's eyes winded with glee and he smiled happily. He stopped singing and decided it was a perfect time to pounce on Cali. He quickly placed his mouth on the insane dentist's neck.

Suddenly, a light, from behind them came up and a roaring of an engine interrupted William's moment.

William looked back frightened and then looked at Sasha narrowing his eyes. "This isn't over." He muttered and drifted into the darkness, mysteriously.

The car stopped and familiar faces, Sasha never thought he would be happier to see on a regular basis, stepped out. Head Psychonaut Truman Zanotto and Agent Vodello came out in formation with two fingers pressed with on their temples and two out in front of them.

Milla's eyes widened when she saw Coach Oleander. "Morceau!" She took her fingers off her temples and ran over to him.

Truman looked at Sasha and then looked at Cali. He quickly put his fingers to his temple and lifted his other fingers up towards him.



Cali lifted his hand and his metal arm frightened. Friggin' Psychonauts. He widened his eyes. "I come in peace." He called to him. "In other words, I am not insane!" He kept his hands up and bit his full lips.

Sasha looked at Truman who was seconds away from psi-blasting Cali. He ran over to him and shoved his arm down. "Don't! He's a friend!" He told him. There was an utter silence between the both of them for a while. Then Sasha muttered, "What are you doing here?"

Truman sighed. "I was called by Agent Vodello." He explained. "She said she was worried about you and she told me about…uh…Cali…" He looked at Cali who kept his arms up in the air.

Sasha nodded. "Oh…yeah…" He said nothing slightly embarrassed and worried at the same time. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything about him before." He apologized. "I was going to say something, but I didn't want anyone to think he was insane…" He sighed. "I ran some tests and he's not, he's actually completely normal now…" Lying is fine when it's about a friend…right? He didn't believe Cali was insane, it's just he couldn't really prove it either.

Truman nodded. "It's alright." He replied. "I believe you."

"Oh you're hurt, Darling!" Milla said to Oleander, who was now completely out of his restraints. "I'll get a bandage." She waltzed over to the car and maneuvered behind it to the back. She opened the trunk, looking for a first aid kit, and gasped at what she found. "Razputin! What are you doing here?" She exclaimed. "I told you to stay back at the camp!"

Raz stood up out of the car and placed his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry Agent Vodello." He apologized, sweetly. "I wanted to come with you and go on a real Psychonauts mission." Here he looked over at Sasha, who was stand next to Cali and he screamed. "What are you doing alive!" He yelled and pointed at Cali.

Cali crossed his arms and muttered. "What are you doing alive you little brat." He replied and Sasha pushed him to the ground.

Sasha shook his head. "He's as harmless as a fly." He told Raz.

Oleander shook his head as well. "You know flies spread diseases." He informed.

Cali rolled his eyes.

Truman sighed. "Let's all get back to the Headquarters." He muttered.

Raz looked amazed. "Harmless? He tried to kill me and my friends!"

Cali sighed dramatically. "Not kill, just take your brains. Jeez." He looked around at everyone who looked worried. "Well, it doesn't matter because I'm not doing that anymore."



Sasha sighed. He ran his fingers, wearing his gloves over his slit wrist, hoping no one would notice. He shifted his oddly colored eyes to Cali who was giving Raz a sarcastic look. Okay, he thought to himself, Time to save the poor boy. "Cali." He called. Cali looked over. "C'mon." He beckoned him over and he followed.

Sasha watched Truman walk into the front seat of the large car, not truck, not van, but car. He looked over at Milla. She sighed at Raz. Raz looked at the floor and then to Cali. Cali sneered at him and Raz sneered back. Cali looked back at Sasha puzzled. Sasha shrugged and walked into the backseat of the car.

Milla walked to the passenger's side of the car and climbed in.

Cali sneered at the boy standing near him. He sighed and walked himself and Raz to the car, helping him climb into the back seat, on the other side of Sasha, who was sitting in the middle.

Cali sat next to Sasha and buckled himself in. He raised his eyebrows and moved his face closer to Sasha's. He practically pressed his full lips up to his ear whispering, "Are you going to tell them?"

Sasha sighed. He nodded. "Yeah." Now, where am I going to begin?

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Yeah, it's more descriptive then other chapters. I love William so far. What about you guys?