Epic Author's note: In ever single one of us lays a monster, a being that is capable of the most horrendous of things. These monsters are just as much a part of us as the air we breathe, or the heart that beats in our chest. It is because of these horrible creatures that we know the difference between right and wrong. This is because in ever one of us is the opposite of the monsters. Still some times the monsters prevail and in their wake leave nothing but heart ach and despair. PS. My beta is MIA. All mistakes are mine.
There was so much to do and so little time to do it. Puck had returned to his former glory. He was working hard to obtain the body he had when he was younger, the one that Kurt loved. The muscles had begun to reform in a frighteningly exquisite manner. More defined and god like then when he was a child. He had to be like this, not just for Kurt, or himself, because there was going to be a fight. He needed to be ready. It would only be a matter of days after he had left his quaint little apartment get to L.A. and take Kurt before James would realize something was wrong and come looking for him. Kurt's people would be notified. They would naturally alert the police and Kurt would have to bring on extra security for his home.
He had to keep motivated, he had to keep strong. He continued to work, neglecting to pay his rent, utilities, and only buying food that he needed, not wanted. He worked harder then ever, picking up extra shifts, and stealing away all the magazines that held Kurt's likeness.
He had placed the word "eternity" above his bed, on the refrigerator, on the ceiling. He had only cut out a few of the pictures of Kurt, only destroyed several of the magazines. They were his motivation. He loved to trace his fingers over them, waiting for day that it wouldn't be the waxing coldness of paper under his fingers, but the warmth and flawlessness of Kurt's skin. The pictures though, helped on the lonely nights, when he would imagine the warmth of Kurt's body, remembering the feeling of being with him, of being in him. Some times it was three or four times. His only reasoning behind this was because he couldn't actually feel Kurt and there fore didn't know if his boy had felt what he had. He would project his thoughts, his feelings, in hopes that the connection between him and his beloved was strong enough that Kurt could feel him where ever he was.
Naturally Kurt would feel him. There was no doubt in his mind. The boy was too connected to the world; he saw things that no one else could see. Even in his cloths he could see the ghosts, shadows, emotions of the designers, could see the monster in Puck when no one else could. He could feel him, maybe not like Puck wanted him to, but oh he could most definitely feel him.
Puck had started to watch his movies. He would laugh almost hysterically at the comedy, Kurt talking in his high pitch voice about boobs and so forth. Puck would smile and giggle, recite the lines word for word, break for break, sentence for sentence. Then he would cry at the other movies, he had yet to see the Spielberg one and that was because he had yet to be released. Yet that would be better for Kurt naturally. Then everyone would go see his last piece of work, his last bit of heart and soul. Kurt could probably watch as his popularity soared even in to the realm that eternity was going to take them. Puck couldn't care about such trivial things. All he wanted was Kurt. There was a burning in him and the Monster felt it as well. There were nights they would cry together looking at the pictures or watching the movies. Puck was raging. He was crazy when he was in the institution. How could he have possibly gone this long with out Kurt? With that soft white skin, the soft delicate body that with little movements would entice everything that Puck loved about him, the laugh, the voice, and the eyes.
At work he would sometimes have to hide some where to cry, to wallow in his despair. He still pretended like he was Noah. Noah, that mild mannered pussy that James had turned him to, so that no one would become aware that he had returned to his true self. Though, small parts of him had shown through the cracks, the ones that he couldn't hide. He had started to talk to people where he worked, they had laughed at his jokes, smiled with him. The bitch of a shrink was damn near ecstatic with him. "Oh Noah you have come so far so quickly." The thoughts of killing her before he left made his dealing with her twice a week bearable. He wouldn't though. It was too much of a risk. It was incompetent things that had destroyed everything with Kurt that night and he wasn't going to do it again. Not ever.
There were of course other desires that Puck had to administer to now that the Monster had returned. Small little acts of violence against people, just like he did in high school, kept The Monster quite and happy. It was like becoming reacquainted with a long lost friend, laughing and giggling about the good ol' days. The people he worked with were catching the worst of it. Oh mind you Puck was being overly careful in his assaults and insults. Everyone had just figured that he wasn't tactful, that he was clumsy, but he knew better and did better.
These childish acts kept the Monster appeased for a while; until they could get to Kurt it would have to do.
Now of course there were certain parts of Noah that still existed in Puck, after all he was Noah, and Noah was him. He wanted to call James, to hear the beautiful man's voice again, even a small part of him wanted to return to the institution. Even though it had made him go crazy while he was in there, the fact that he remained crazy almost a year afterwards should have had some bearing on the decision. He missed the Limey Prick, he missed Aries. He knew that neither of them would approve of what he was going to do. As the thoughts ran through his head the Monster bellowed in protest, so loud was it that Puck's hands started to shake. He ignored it. He denied the monster that much control now, just as he had done before. The Monster wasn't part of him, it had just found its way in to his mind where they had grown accustom to one another. James would do his best to make the Monster leave again, but he didn't want that. Noah… Puck had been alone for too long, after never being alone since he was a small boy. The monster was always there to keep him company. To love him as only a best friend could.
Many a times the two of them would simply stare out the window. It seems that while the monster had been forced into hiding, or expelled from his brain it he found a way to become more powerful, making Puck more powerful. It had learned to talk as a matter of fact. It only spoke simple words mind you, but they were always relevant and profound when it did. While looking at the magazines it would simply shout as loud as it could KURT! This made Puck laugh at its small antics. He could see it more clearly now as well. It hadn't aged a day since he had last seen it. It didn't mirror Puck as he had originally thought, or it had but had learned to control it more effectively now. That's how Puck realized that it was a separate part of him. There were many things that Puck found interesting about this creature he was so fearful of and loved. It didn't have the scar, the beautiful flaw left by Kurt's misunderstanding, it didn't have its head shaved like Pucks, but it was still the Monster in ever sense of the word.
Yet, the best part about this new Monster, with its new found power was how it could manipulate dreams. It could take any dream and make it real to Puck. Puck had been with the monster almost every night, he didn't mind the fact that he had to change the sheets every day, in fact he had started to sleeping naked only so that he would stop having to wash his boxers every day.
It would bend to every fantasy that Puck had. He could feel bodies under him, or when it took on the form of James, in him. They were all such simple delights. Though more often then not the Monster would look like Kurt. It would stay quite as the dream ran it's course, as the dreams seemed to real, but yet so far from the real thing. Puck was as he was in school, a sex shark. He appeased the Monster with violence; the Monster appeased him with the beautiful dreams.
Puck was almost certain that his girl shrink, the evil bitch with the brown skirts, knew something was wrong with him. He had to forcefully control himself not to go on and on about Kurt's movies, or Kurt in general. He cursed himself for having to pause in the middle of one of his fake, despicable stories, to think of the right words, something Noah would say not himself. The shrink always made little notes when he did this. Watching her scribble down what ever she was writing made him what to drive the pen so far into her eye that the he would be able to draw little pictures on her brain. He thought about those pictures, he knew he wasn't an artiest, but the little stick figures of him and Kurt jumping over the small little cracks in her brain was a comforting thought. The Monster liked the idea too and laughed hysterically at the idea of drawing a penis in every single one of her childhood memories. Puck naturally had to fight back the laughter.
It didn't matter though. He had booked a one way flight to L.A which left one hour after there little help session. It seemed almost epic to him, he would be flying non stop, as fast as he could possible go to meet destiny once again. The plane, his horse, and he would be Kurt's Knight in shining armor. The way it was always meant to be, should be.
He had been following Kurt on the internet on the modern day version of Twitter. He would be going to some kind of gathering tonight, apparently was looking forward to it, but he knew Kurt, and if he wasn't the center of attention, a thought that Puck himself could not fathom, then he wouldn't stay long. Of course Puck was counting on that. Of course it didn't matter one way or the other. Puck was going to look everything over, find the darkest spot he could find hide and wait for him to leave. Kurt naturally couldn't see him that would ruin the surprise, yet some how he knew that Kurt would be aware of him. They had always been connected like that. They had always been in love like that. Kurt was going to come with him one way or the other.
As he slowly shut the door to his bitches office, he smiled, grabbed his back pack and left. In forty-eight hours… Eternity would be upon him again. There was no Finn to stop it, no James to bring Noah back, just him, Kurt and the Monster. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing at all.
Aries hated narrow stair ways, he knew that his size was a blessing from God, but all blessings have some kind of draw back. He just hopped the some old woman wasn't walking down as he was walking up, even with him turning side ways she would have had to brush past him, then she would trip and Aries would feel really bad.
This wasn't a social call, though he was looking forward to seeing how well Puckerman was doing on his own. He had labeled this an official visit, which took some doing, but James finally gave in. The reports that Noah's new doctor had sent to James bothered Aries a bit. He could tell the boy was depressed. A visit from an old friend might make things better; in fact he had brought over some old foot ball games for them to watch again. Just something to make him feel better, see the problem Aries had with the reports from the other Doc was that out of no where Puckerman had suddenly made a large number of friends, hanging out with them after work, chilling with them places out side, but when he went to the store no one could confirm that. They said he had opened up, but didn't hang out with them. Aries wanted to know why he was lying. Maybe it was to make her stop worrying about him, which would be so Noah like.
When he got to Noah's apartment there was an evection notice on the door. On top of that, the door was slightly open. Aries pushed it in, thinking maybe Noah was home. He wasn't.
Aries heart started pounding in his chest, sweat started breaking out on his upper lip, and his hands started shaking. Ever single inch of wall was covered with Kurt Hummel, some mixed with pictures of Noah, some had the words eternity written on them, others… others had both there eyes X'ed out. Yet the biggest one, the one that was in the middle of them all, had two pictures of Noah with Kurt. Aries didn't understand it, but all the pictures seemed to flow from that one spot, that one picture. He pulled out his cell phone.
"Doc we've got a serious problem."