Part IV (Albel)
Time to set this plan into motion. Fayt, I'm counting on you. As he walked through the hospital, Albel reviewed his plan mentally. Those bastards blame the abuse on me- check. I kill myself- about to take care of that. Fayt pretends he was forced to be my lover- please don't try to be noble, Fayt.
He climbed in the car and slammed the gas pedal. "Let's set this damn plan into motion," he muttered, honking at the car in front of him. "Fayt, please don't fuck this up. Ah, it's my fault he's in the whole mess." Albel turned the car neatly into a parking spot in front of the apartment building. "Last time I'll be in this shithole." He smirked. "I've waited for this so long. Fayt…he's going to be ok. I hope he makes something of himself. Maybe he'll fall in love again. If he does, the bastard had better be able to protect him. Ah, I hope he doesn't go ballistic over my death. He can be so emotional."
Albel jogged up the stairs to his apartment, noting the trail of blood that Fayt left was dried now. He opened the unlocked door to find his uncle still seated in front of the television. Upon noticing Albel, he muted it and smiled wickedly. "Albel. Come here." Albel obeyed.
Now's my chance. Rex tackled his nephew immediately, yanking the boy's shirt off. Can't let hm notice the knife or he'll stab me. His uncle had pulled Albel's pants off and was admiring his slim body. Damn pervert, just hurry up so I can kill you. Rex finished undressing Albel and tore his own clothes off. He slammed his lips into Albel's and forcefully shoved his tongue in the boy's mouth. Albel did his best to kiss back rather than choking on Rex's tongue. Rex pulled the boy onto his lap, legs on either side of him.
Albel chose the moment. He fiercely kissed Rex, who closed his eyes. Albel's red eyes were wide open, and he reached out to his pants, grabbing a knife he kept hidden. His uncle was pulling away from the kiss, and positioned himself to enter Albel.
Before Rex could finish, the knife was buried in his back up to it's hilt. Albel yanked it out and swiftly stabbed him in the chest, then slashed his throat open. Albel's first victim never had a chance to scream, to plead for his like, or even to realize what happened. He was killed quickly and easily.
Albel stood and kicked the body aside. The knife shone a dull red in the light cast by the silent television. Albel himself was covered in blood. It dripped off him, reflecting moonlight as he turned off the television. He debated for a moment whether to wash the blood off or not, and ended up simple throwing his clothes back on. He would be covered in his own blood soon enough anyway.
"This is it," Albel whispered to himself. "It's all over now." He looked down to his uncle's body. "I'm sorry you were the only one I got to kill. I hated you. You deserved worse than I gave you. But killing you was fun. I loved it. I'd do it a million times over again to a million other people and love it, but the satisfaction wouldn't be nearly as great."
Albel touched the blood-covered knife to his left wrist and slashed open the old scar. Switching the knife to his left hand, he slashed his other wrist. Satisfied, Albel smiled. "I'm going to die. And it's going to save Fayt." He sat down, leaning against the wall opposite the door. Blood flowed from both wrists. "I couldn't have asked for a better way to die."
Albel sat in silence for some time, watching the blood flow from him. It was, in a way, calming. He knew what he was doing would save Fayt. "Shouldn't be long now," he whispered, feeling weak and dizzy from the blood loss. He closed his eyes, ready to accept death.
Suddenly the door flew open. "Hello, would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?" a group of girls chorused. Albel's eyes shot open. Maybe if I don't say anything they won't see me. "Hello?" came a stray voice. Someone turned on a flashlight and shone it directly at Albel. There were gasps and screams. A woman who appeared to be their leader ushered them back.
"He killed someone! Step back, girls!"
Albel scoffed. "Yeah, I killed him. I stabbed in the back. Then in the chest. Then I slashed open his throat. It was that or sleep with him." He paused, then added," By the way, teach your girl scouts some fucking manners. You didn't knock."
The woman was only half-listening to Albel, and was on her cell phone. "We need an ambulance, a boy attempted suicide." She paused. "Yes. There was a murder, too. By the same boy……yes. 5B." She closed the phone. "They're coming to help you." The woman slowly walked in, approaching him slowly.
Sensing her nervousness, Albel remarked, "I bite," and flashed the knife. She left him alone.
The ambulance didn't take long to arrive. Frantic workers disarmed a now very weak Albel and carried him out on a stretcher, which his feet were buckled to. "I can fucking walk, it's my wrists I cut open," he informed them.
"We don't want you hurting anyone," a man carrying the stretcher replied in a deep voice.
Albel laughed. "You think this could stop me?" He got no response. Albel was carried to an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
He was given much the same treatment as Fayt- machines (though he wasn't hooked to an IV), bandages, and questions, which he answered dully. Police officers informed him there would be no murder trial- he had confessed at the scene and was guilty, but under the conditions he was to be sent to Shepherd Mental Hospital.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to a mental hospital," he told them.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," the policewoman replied. Albel submitted silently, thankful he wouldn't have to face jail, and they left him alone.
"You killed someone, mister?" Albel turned to the voice. A young blonde girl in a hospital gown sat in the next bed over, her arm swelled up and looking infected.
"Yeah," he answered casually.
"Were they a bad guy?"
"Yeah. He was a bad guy. But I'm a bad guy too."
The girl gasped. "Who was he?"
"My uncle," Albel answered, growing annoyed.
"That wasn't very nice of you. I like my uncle."
"Shut the fuck up."
The girl covered her mouth with her hand. "Ohh, you potty mouth!" Albel sighed, annoyed. "Mister?"
"What the hell do you want?"
"Why are you here?"
"I tried to kill myself."
"But you already killed your bad uncle."
"And I'm not afraid to kill you," Albel threatened.
The girl giggled. "You're chained down."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"
As a young child, it's not every day a murderer threatens to kill you. Fear silenced the girl.
Albel was told he would be transferred to the mental hospital the next day unless there were complications. December 19th…Fayt will have six days left, seeing as my plan failed. Albel spent some time contemplating rescuing Fayt, but could find no way to.
As it grew late, the hospital lights were turned off. The girl in the next bed over fell asleep quickly, her arm settled in a sling. He had more difficulty. Albel had always stayed up late and been a light sleeper, and he could hear people being rushed in, sometimes screaming in pain. Someone in the next room over wouldn't stop crying. "Damn maggots, shut the fuck up!" he muttered, glaring at the door, which, to his surprise, opened. "Who the hell is it? If you want the girl, she's asleep."
The figure in the doorway was attached to a machine, but Albel couldn't see their face. "I want you," they responded, in a voice he knew.
"Fayt!"
"Shh, I probably shouldn't be up." Carefully Fayt closed the door and lit a candle in his hand. "They say you attempted suicide." Tears gathered in green eyes. "I told them you never abused me and that my parents just didn't want us together."
Albel sighed. "You fool. You won't live past Christmas- you're ruining their reputation."
"I don't care how long I live now," Fayt whispered.
"Well I do," Albel retorted, "You're mine, you know."
Fayt smiled. "I know." He walked towards Albel, setting the candle on his bedside table. "They've got you chained?"
"Well, I killed my uncle."
"Yeah, I heard…" There was a silence as Fayt ran a hand over the chains that bound his lover. "Your uncle…did you sleep with him?"
"Almost. He was about to go in when I stabbed him in the back." Fayt frowned. "Don't worry- I hated it. I'd much rather be with you," Albel reassured, sitting up while his eyes lustfully admired Fayt. The younger boy was dressed only in red and green pajama pants issued by the hospital and clean white bandages across his chest.
"Stop giving me that look, I'm too hurt. Not to mention hooked to an IV."
"The machine is no problem." But I don't want to hurt you." But, you know, this is the last time I'll see you." Albel looked away, allowing his hair to fall over his eyes, which hid the tears gathering in them. No, I can't cry. I've never cried, I'm not about to start… Fayt leaned in, running a hand through Albel's dark hair. Dammit, no one is supposed to see me cry. He blinked the tears away quickly and looked up at Fayt. The blue-haired boy sat on the edge of the bed.
"I know. That's why I'm here."
Albel sat up and wrapped his arms gently around Fayt, looking him in the eye. "I don't know how I'll live without you." Albel placed his lips on the other boy's, possessively drawing him closer. Their tongues met, and Albel took control easily. He ran his hands through Fayt's thick hair, moving them down to the boy's hips, long fingers playing with the waistband of his pants.
"Mm, Albel, we can't."
Albel's eyes blazed with passion, lust and love combined into one strong longing. "I want you Fayt. You're mine."
"I know, but I'm hurt." Not wanting to hurt Fayt, Albel gave up and gently kissed him.
"If only you had more time…" He ran a finger along Fayt's collarbone. "If we weren't hooked to these damn machines we could escape," he mused. "I hate that you're going to die and I can't do anything.."
Fayt sat on his lover's lap, legs on either side of Albel, and hugged him tightly. "I don't mind dying. Like you said before, it's inevitable."
"Damn all of this! I said that before it was my Fayt dying! I love you, you can't die!"
"Shh, I think someone's coming."
Dammit, how can he be do calm? The approaching footsteps faded. "So when do you get out of here?" Albel asked.
"Tomorrow morning, same as you."
"Alright. That's the 19th, so you'll have a few days alone. Will you be ok?"
"About as ok as I am now, but it doesn't really matter."
"It does to me." Those bastards, hurting my Fayt. MY Fayt! They'll pay with their lives. Albel gently kissed Fayt, who responded, intensely kissing back. Surprised, Albel deepened the kiss, tongue meeting his lover's. Fayt pulled back, breathing heavily. All mine now.. Albel pulled Fayt closer to him, their faces nearly touching. "I hate them," Albel whispered. "I want them to die."
"I know you do. And I know if you have any say in it they probably will. But, Albel…" Fayt leaned in slightly, "I want you to be happy even after I'm dead. Don't make yourself miserable."
Albel ran one hand down Fayt's cheek, thumb covering his mouth. "Shh. It doesn't matter what happens once you die." Albel held the back of Fayt's head and kissed him possessively. He couldn't get enough of the boy, pulling him in until they couldn't get any closer.
A loud knock at the door interrupted. "Who the hell is it?" Albel called out, annoyed.
"Sarah's mother…" The girl woke up upon hearing her name and called out, "Come on in!" She turned on her bedside lamp with her good arm, illuminating the room. The door opened and a pale woman with light brown hair tied in a tight bun walked in.
"Isn't it late to be visiting?" Albel remarked coldly, looking more annoyed now that the woman had come in the room.
She shot him a glare and replied, "And what exactly is he going?" The woman pointed at Fayt.
"Well," Albel informed her, "he's not doing much now, but he was making out with me."
Sarah spoke up, "That's Albel. He's a bad guy, but we're friends."
"Stupid bitch I'm not your friend." Fayt looked amused as he watched the scene comfortably from Albel's lap.
"Anyway, Mommy, he killed his uncle, so he's chained down. But then he wanted to kill himself too, so he got put in the hospital."
"You're a MURDERER!" the woman shrieked. "And shouldn't you be roomed with a guy, not my little girl?"
Albel smirked. "Yeah, I'm a murderer. I should be dead, but never mind that. As for rooming me with a guy," he gestured at Fayt, "I'm gay. Anyway, no need to worry, my feet are chained down. I can't kill anyone….unless they get too close."
The woman looked upset and replied, "I don't like you two kissing like that in front of my daughter."
"She had no idea he was here until you came barging in here. And do I look like I give a fuck?"
"How much longer will you be here?"
"Well, I'm going to a mental hospital tomorrow. Chances are I won't see Fayt here again, so we'd like some time, hm?"
"I can visit my daughter!" She replied indignantly.
Albel shot her a cold glare. Stupid bitch, "And I'm a murderer."
The door opened again and a young nurse walked in, long purple hair swishing behind her, while blue eyes surveyed the scene. "Making quite the commotion, here. Is there a prob…Albel! Fayt!"
Albel suddenly remembered- she had been a friend of theirs in 7th grade, when they started dating. "Sayd!" he exclaimed.
"I can't believe you two are still together! He hasn't killed you yet, Fayt?"
Fayt laughed and replied, "Yeah, we're still together."
"Anyway, what's the yelling about?"
Sarah's mother spoke up. "Well, my daughter was roomed with, not only a boy, but a murderer who stop cursing and kissing that boy."
"Well, he's gay and chained down. Your daughter is perfectly safe." Sayd turned to Albel. "Murder? Fill me in."
"Oh I was Rex. I was never fond of him, but the pervert tried to fuck me. I stabbed him in the back."
She nodded. "So why are you two here?"
"Suicide attempt," Albel answered. "I was discovered by girl scouts," he added, scowling.
"Peter found me with Albel." Fayt glanced at the girl and her mother. Finding them deep in conversation, he whispered, "I'm ruining my family's reputation. They say if I'm not straight by Christmas, they'll kill me on Christmas Eve. I'm running out of time, and Albel goes to the mental hospital tomorrow."
Sayd nodded, taking in the information. "So this is your last night together?" Albel nodded. "Albel…I never thought you'd stand for this. And you're letting his family live?"
"I tried to make him look straight. I failed. And now I'm chained to a hospital bed. I'd give everything to save my precious Fayt- you know that."
"Exactly why I can't believe there's nothing you can do- but you're right." Sayd turned to Fayt. "So you've got six days to live?" He nodded. "I'd let you two carry on, but I'm afraid Fayt needs rest. He's weak…"
"You too?" Albel sighed. "Come on, he's going to die."
"And having you fuck him senseless won't help much."
Albel smirked mischievously. "I won't fuck him senseless, I just want to."
"Well, say your good-byes. I've got a worried mother to deal with." Sayd crossed the room, leaving Albel with Fayt.
"This is it," the older boy whispered. His lips met Fayt's, tongue attacking the other boy's mouth fiercely. Fayt moaned lightly, encouraging his lover to continue. Albel pulled Fayt closer, their hips grinding together. Albel struggled not to rip Fayt's clothes off and screw him right there, but settled for groping the other boy's ass.
"Albel!" Both boys looked to Sayd. "I thought you weren't going to fuck him senseless."
Albel smirked again and replied," I'm a teenage boy, all I'm supposed to think about is sex."
She rolled her eyes. "Take a cold shower. Fayt needs rest!" Sayd and Sarah's mother left, and Sarah turned her light off.
"I love you," Albel whispered.
"I love you too," Fayt whispered back, his breath blowing against Albel's ear.
And with one soft kiss, Fayt left.
I'll miss you.