Ryden's POV
It's over, isn't it?
The atmosphere was as cold as winter, although I didn't know where I was. The earth felt unmoving and as thick as a rock, even though I couldn't touch it. "What's your name, my child?" A disconnected voice, as empty as the void I felt inside of me, seemed to resonate through the consuming darkness.
"Ryden." My quiet murmur came from still lips, and I couldn't even feel how the words got through.
"Ah, Ryden; the last living pure bred creation. Well, well, well; your blood is dark, and your mind is broken. Will you shatter the world under your undying pressure, or will you summon from the heavens the end? Only the gods will know, what you, the last one, shall do." The voice laughed coldly, as if amused by the thought.
"I wonder...will the white wolf slay the monster, or will you shatter the wolf that you love so dearly?"
"Enough!" I screamed, cracks seeming to spread throughout reality itself. Or was it not reality, but the darkness of a broken mind, and overwhelming power?
"Your powers grow with every single breath you take, yet your mind continues to break with each action you make. Why is this? Why are you...you? How is it that you survived but I didn't! HOW IS IT THAT YOU'RE STUCK IN LIMBO WHILE I'M TRAPPED IN HELL?"
The darkness seemed to tremble violently, and my breath caught on itself. I could somehow feel the danger, the aura of pure power. "What are you?" I spoke weakly, feeling my 'consciousness' flicker.
"I'm the first pure mutant, as you are the last. Free me, or life will turn to ashes for you." Tough demand, bitch. I obviously didn't voice my thoughts, since I seemed to be with an entity way beyond me. Maybe not more powerful, but it sure as hell knew more about...whatever this was than I did.
"I'm dead, though, aren't I?"
"You're very stupid, yes?"
"I am not." Indignation coated my tone like butter on a toast, and I huffed.
"We of the pure blood power do not die, we transcend!" Well, sorry. I'm not exactly an expert on whatever the fuck 'we of the pure blood' are. The darkness exploded with light, like a rising holocaust in the middle of the night. My eyes flew open, immediately meeting a huge, beautiful creature of golden scales, and majestic features.
"Holy shit, a dragon." I whispered, eyes widening as they trailed over the body of the mythical creature. The dragon's scales seemed to glow with its own light, while its eyes were the brightest–was that even possible?–shade of black.
The dragon huffed, standing high and mighty, as if unimpressed by me. I wouldn't be surprised, considering the fact that I was currently standing in front of a creature that seemed to have had a rather interesting encounter with King Midas.
"But we can make the choice of transcending, or we can return to our body. If you do choose to return, however, there are fatal consequences." It continued as if I'd never interrupted, black orbs roaming my body. Its voice hadn't changed, if you ignored the slightest reptilian hiss it had acquired.
My head snapped back towards it, eyes immediately narrowing as the cogs in my brain started turning. "Consequences?" I asked carefully, watching the scales shimmer like a ball of sunshine was dancing right above it. Hoe, is that an illusion?
"If you return, you will carry the stench of death with you. The spirits of both the future and the past will come to claim you. But you are a pure blood, and trust me; we do not die easily." The dragon raised its head, huffing with pride. We die but don't die, and you're proud? Dude, you sure we're even related?
"One question."
"What?"
"Why are you pretending to be a dragon?" I smirked, cocking my head to the right, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The dragon turned and let fire crawl from its mouth, watching it encompass the entire area. An objectively beautiful young girl stood in its place, looking at me with the same contempt the dragon's gaze once held. Her hair was long, blonde as it if was gold we were talking about. Her skin was fair, with hints of the texture and shimmer that belonged to her dragon. Her eyes pitch black and yet so bright, her features seductive yet sad. She reminded me of the very night sky, with her contrast between shadows and light.
"Because that is what supposedly made our line." She shrugged nonchalantly, casually clasping her hands behind her back. The white gown she bore fluttered, the golden embroidery just barely keeping up with the natural gleam of her hair and skin.
"Ok, back to the whole returning to my body thing," I huffed, placing my hand on my hip as I glared holes into her skull. "How does it work?"
She smirked, her skin shimmering like her scales had, rippling in the same manner. "Just. Wake. Up."
No. It's not. I won't let it be.
Andy's POV
Can we recover? Can I? Can I feel the flame? Can I see the day?
I felt like a blind man, as I stood besides my sister. I was going to bury, to say goodbye to the one person whom I'd loved, and whom had loved me back unconditionally. I felt frozen in time, I felt like I lacked something. Overall, I felt completely destroyed. Shattered beyond repair.
We gathered under the tree behind the Mutant Underground Headquarters, uneasiness suffocating the few people that showed up. I felt like an empty frame of myself, sitting on a shelf; the picture and memories I held were all but burnt away.
I looked over at John, my breath heavy and my eyes rimmed by red. "We may have been unable to befriend, or even get to know Ryden, but he was a hero and mutant. He would've fit in nicely, and he would've made the X-men proud." Yeah, he would've. He would've been such a wonderful warrior. Scratch that; he already was.
"Together we stand, together we fight, and together we die." The members of the Mutant Underground whispered in unison, looking down.
My hand crept its way over to Lauren's hand, and gripped it tightly; I feared if I let go, I would fade into thin air. Mom took a step forward, standing in front of Rye- his corpse, surrounded by white roses, purple irises, and yellow lilies. The flowers made his overly pale skin seem all the more beautiful, his freckles jump out, and his beautiful blonde hair shine even after no life was left. No, no, no; I can't. I would've ran away right then and there, had it not been for the fact Lauren held me in place.
"Thank you for protecting Andy." Mom said quietly, softly pressing a kiss to his forehead. It felt like a brand was being pressed into my heart, given he didn't react at all. It just made the fact he was gone all the more redundant, and way too painful to bear.
Lauren stepped forward, letting go of my hand. I clenched my fists as tightly as I could, feeling pain begin to fill me as my nails dug into my palms. I didn't stop, however, simply digging them deeper; the pain kept me grounded, ironically keeping me together. It distracted me from the worse, serious, unbearable pain that no physical pain could match.
"Thank you for saving us." She mumbled, tears sliding down her face as she pressed her fingers against her lips and then laid them on his forehead. I could imagine how cold his skin would be under her fingers, and as the thought settled in my mind, warm blood touched my cold, shaking fingertips. I'd breached skin.
They both stepped back, and everyone's eyes landed on me. Usually, I would've panicked, or maybe even had a silent panic attack. This time, however, I could only feel the the burn of the agony, the grief that'd taken over my heart. The thickness of my own blood beginning to blossom from my palms, extracted by my nails.
My heart seemed to beat louder, faster with every step I took. Each drove me closer to his body, which seemed to be both a death sentence, and a dream I could see, yet could never reach. It was a broken dream, after all.
I could feel oceans between us, separating two boys who had been fooling around, and had ended up falling in love. I remembered the taste of his lips, the warmth of his company, the freedom of his mind, and the shine of his eyes. I didn't even realize I was by his side until my bleeding hand clasped his cold one.
"Ryden," I whispered, my voice cracking as the tears I tried to hold back finally fell. I hadn't been able to bring myself to say, or even think his name since he'd left my side forever. "Thank you for waking me up that one time. Thank you for taking my first kiss. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for not letting my powers get out of control.
"And..." I hesitated, taking in a shaky, uncertain breath. His hand offered me no comfort, unlike how it had once been. Still, the pain I caused my free hand gave me the strength to continue. "Thank you for letting me fall in love with you." I finished painfully as I leaned over him, gently pressing my lips to his cold ones, one last time.
Everything bends until it breaks, and...I can't fix it. Not without you.
I backed away slowly, my heart breaking with each step I took away from him. Well, not breaking; it was far too late for that. More like...the darkness I carried inside chased me, and settled into my chest, along with despair.
John cleared his throat, looking up firmly. "Mhm, now with that, let's take our-"
Ryden's torso seemed to fly up, an extremely confused expression stitched onto his face. "What the-"
One of the people next to him screamed, throwing out their fist and slamming it into his face. Blood gushed from his nose as his hand flew up to cover it. "Ow, that hurt you, b-"
My arms enveloped him before I even knew I'd ran toward him, my hold tight enough to make him groan quietly. Harsh sobs racked through my body as I gripped him, the darkness in my chest blossoming into a shadowy valley of flowers. "Never. Do. That. Again...Asshole." I choked out, hitting his arm weakly in between words, my body slumping forward.
Ryden's hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand ran its way through my hair. "I'm sorry, my love." He whispered against my neck, and I could only shake my head. I can't forgive, nor forget. I can love, though.
"Uh…didn't you die?" Ryden peaked over my shoulder to stare at Lauren, who looked about as confused as Ryden had when he...woke up?
"Yep, I sure did." He said easily, smiling as he cleared his throat slightly. "Andy, care to help me out of my grave?"
I glared at him, but laughed lowly as I helped him out. Our fingers naturally intertwined, a reflex I didn't mind at all; I held on tighter, smiling a bit. Eventually, I'll forgive. Not forget, though. The darkness was permanent; that much I knew. "Never leave me..please." My tone sounded pleading, yet held an edge of danger.
"I won't." Ryden whispered bringing our hands toward his mouth, and pressing his lips, now once again warm, to my knuckles.
This wounded heart won't give in; I won't let it.
Ryden's POV
I know that I'd die without you. That's fine. I want oceans to part, so you never have to die.
I lay on the cot given to me, looking up at the ceiling, frowning slightly. It'd been a few hours since I rose back from the dead, and all but a few minutes of my time had been filled by lengthy questioning. Not to mention Caitlin had checked me up from head to toe, not satisfied until she was 100% I was completely fine.
Right now, I wanted nothing more than to be outside, away from people. I wanted to see the night sky, which was ironical, considering it reminded me of the blonde girl from before. Now that was some seriously messed up shit, which I didn't tell anyone about. I should tell Andy, but...What if he gets angry? Or hates me?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I stood up deftly. My footsteps were as silent as ever as I walked past the rest of the cots, and headed towards the open windows. A small grin graced my lips as the cool, fresh air hit my now slightly overheated body. My arms pulled me upwards as I climbed up the side of the building, legs firmly pushing off the wall. It's been a while since I've sneaken out, and apparently I'd lost the hang of it; since by the time I reached the top of the building, my arms were exhausted, and I was breathing like I'd just ran a marathon.
I giggled lightly at myself, staring up the night sky happily, watching all the stars twinkle. It immediately made me remember the girl, but the stars took my mind off it, at least a bit. "Rye?" I jumped, my heart beating faster.
My head snapped toward Andy, whom was peaking over the wall, swinging himself onto the roof. I laughed quietly, not very surprised at his presence. "Did you follow me?" I whispered to him, patting the spot next to me.
He frowned and clambered over, sitting next to me slowly. My eyes dropped down to his lap as an idea struck me. I grabbed his shoulders and swung myself onto his lap, so our eyes were now locked. "Tell me why you frown, my love."
He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, nestling into my neck intimately. I yelped, blushing intensely. I had been the one to seat on his lap, but I didn't expect this kind of reaction.
"I missed you so much." His voice grew from quiet to inaudible as I wrapped my arms around his neck, a sad smile lacing my lips together. "Please, erase these thoughts from my head." His eyes flew up and brown met green once again. My fingers slid up his neck into his hair, brushing his scalp lightly . His thoughts, dark and rough, seemed to be waging a war inside his head. Yes, he was right; my powers could fix this, but...
I don't really know how to control them yet, and I don't know how much damage I'll cause within him if I try to use them. The consequences could be catastrophic, and the alternative wasn't any better. Which only left one option, which I didn't mind at all.
My lips crashed into his, freezing him mid-thought. But I do know a way to calm him, a unique way. Take me, I whispered inside his mind, digging my fingers further into his hair.
His lips became aggressive as he understood what I meant, travelling down my neck as he sucked on a certain spot, nipping at a growing hickey. He raised his hips and ground them against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, immediately gaining dominance over me. It was like we were trapped in the mindset of a fiery passion that would burn us inside out, and yet wouldn't leave any scars.
He lowered me onto my back, leaning over me, hands on either side of my head. My eyes were pinned on him, him, only him; his lips swollen, his eyes dark, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving. It was a captivating sight. "Do you love me?"
His voice broke the lustful silence that had settled over the roof, and I was stuck staring at him. "Wait, what?"
"Do you love me?" He asked, fiercer than I'd ever seen him.
"Gods, you're such a dumb ass," I whispered as my eyes shifted to gold, and I crashed our lips together once again. "Of course I love you, stupid."
"Good." He yanked his shirt off, smirking at me. My eyes racked over his body, and in all honesty, there wasn't much to look at. No definition or muscle; yet I still found myself biting my lip as I stared at him.
I sat up, making him lean back enough for me to pull myself back onto his lap, our chests heaving and our breaths mixing. His hands landed on my hips and traveled up, catching the bottom of my shirt and lifting it over my head with ease.
We sat there for moments, whether many or few, simply staring at each other, shirtless in the dead of night. His hand pressed against my chest, and, very slowly, he pushed me back down onto the roof. His lips came down with me, and pressed soft kisses to my stomach. His hands unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down, while his fingers ghosted over my boxers.
He worked my pants free of my legs, and, as he looked over at me, his eyes seemed to glow with the hunger of a beast. "Kiss me." I whispered as he leaned down and kissed me softly. It was gentle, long, and so, so very powerful. My chest heaved with ecstasy as he pulled away, hands sliding off my body. "Your turn, my wolf." I mumbled quietly as he removed his belt and pants in almost a sexy way. Until his jeans got caught at his knees and he began to struggle, that is. I looked away as giggled racked through me, my cheeks tinted red.
He huffed in frustration as he got up, removing his pants while staring at me. My eyes traveled down his body, and landed on his growing tent. His eyes began to do the same, traveling from my flushed chest, down to the tent I was pitching in my boxers.
Something was different in this moment; my eyes turned a frightening greenish-yellow as his eyes took on a sort of dark-gold look to them. Our orbs reflected off each other, like mirrors. He got down on his hands and knees, beginning to crawl toward me like a beast hunting its prey.
My eyes sparked in response as he approached, my breath coming faster, my erection becoming painfully unbearable.
"Gods, I fucking love you." I muttered as he pounced on top of me, his teeth digging in my neck, drawing blood. A moan escaped my mouth as I came in my boxers, his tongue sliding over the cut, which earned another moan from me.
His fingers hooked on the waistband of my boxers, and he seemed to tear through them. I sensed it, though I'm still not quite sure how; our powers were amplifying each other's. The air hit my now stark naked body, and I instantly shuddered. His lips pressed against my stomach, then above my waist, then in my pubes, and then on the head, followed by one against the balls.
And then I was on my stomach, panting heavily, ass in the air, and face against the ground. "W-What are you doing?"
Something wet and rough ran up my ass crack, earning a yelp from me. "Shhhh." I heard Andy whispering as he kissed one of my butt cheeks, and then shoved his face closer to my entrance. His tongue slowly slid over it, starting to make slow circles around it. He pressed against it, and like a magic spell it slowly opened and allowed his hot tongue inside me.
"Holy mother fucker!" I cried out as he pulled out his tongue, and pressed his finger against my entrance instead.
"Relax." With that simple command, I did exactly as he said and shuddered as he inserted a single finger. It felt weird, but intense.
"More." I whispered, as he inserted another finger. I heard a laugh after realizing I was pressing my ass against his hand.
"You're already so loose; I think you're ready."
"Gods, finally."
I whined slowly as I felt his fingers exit me, leaving an empty feeling behind. Then, a new, much bigger pressure was entering me. My pupils slit, and cracks appeared around my hands as I hissed, feeling him collapse against my back. His breath was hot on my back, shivers running up and down my spine. "Damn, it feels so good."
I smiled, glad that he was enjoying this. I focused back on my breathing, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. He gently bit my back earning a moan from me, "Can I move now, Rye?"
I panted heavily once again, feeling this new sense of dominance, of power radiating through me. "If you don't, I'll eat you." At the time, I didn't realize that I meant it.
He pulled back a little and then thrusted forward with a grunt; with that single movement I saw stars. It was explosive, intense; it was fucking incredible.
Then he did it again, and I couldn't help but moan, arching my back. His hand clamped down on mouth as he thrusted in again, and I moaned even louder. "Shh; they can hear you, ya know?"
I nodded my head, giving him a signal to keep going. He thrusted in again, and this time I could feel his balls slap against my ass. I leaned back, pressing my back against his chest, humming softly. Just sitting there in that moment, enjoying the presence of each other, felt amazing."I love you." I whispered as I put my hands back down, bending over. But his hand grabbed my side and twisted me over, so we were facing each other. I smiled at him, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside of me.
"Damn, you're so fucking hot." He breathed, his thrusts getting faster and stronger. There was this feeling in my stomach, this burning desire that seemed to spread throughout my body. It grew with each of his thrusts, causing heat to coil in the pit of my stomach, like a hungry snake.
My back arched as the heat exploded, and I came all over my stomach. "Fuck." He whispered, as his rhythm became erratic, and he just thrust into me one final time. My mouth opened in pure ecstasy, feeling his cum seep inside of me, warmth spreading through me.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and shaking. We stayed just like that; him breathing in my scent, me breathing in his, and simply watching the stars above laugh at the sin we committed.
The voice from the girl–the one that belonged to the darkness–echoed throughout my head, causing my teeth to slam together. "The heavens wonder about you, and so do I. Will we smite you, or will you smite yourself, last one?" Laughter filled my head, before emptiness remained once again.
A lone, cold tear streamed down my face as I watched the sky shatter, and the stars ripple. I turned and looked at my sleeping lover, my mouth open with a promise fresh on my lips. "I'll find you, my love." I whispered as the darkness twisted around me, and my body turned into stars, flowing into the sky and becoming one with the night.
"Sweet dreams, little wolf." The girl says as she stepped onto the roof of the Underground, looking down at Andy.
"The game is just beginning, Heaven's Calamity."
I can't help but be wrong in the dark, 'cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts. That's fine, too. Your darkness somehow manages to light the way.