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Chapter Six: Laughing with the Antichrist.
He let out a deep sigh, which disappeared into the fast wind blowing into the car.
"You don't want to go that much huh?" I asked him, giving him a quick glance with my hands secured on the steering wheel. But even without a conversation I couldn't keep myself from glancing at him every two milliseconds. I didn't exactly know why then, but I soon learnt it was because I thought he looked amazing.
He was wearing a perfect black three-piece-suit that looked as if it were freshly ironed. But he had his black jacket cast away in the back seat along with mine. They were both disliked on that particularly warm day. But unlike Kyle, I couldn't feel frustrated about the weather; I was too distracted with what I was seeing. He wore a vest that clung to his thin waist, shaping the subtle curves of his frail back and hips. His fluffy red hair wasn't his usual bird's nest, but fell into soft perfect rings, forcefully tamed by his mother. Although I loved his usual scruffy self, his different style seemed to make my heart beat in a different way.
"Prom fucking promenade..." He muttered under his breath, not noticing my gaze. But I couldn't disagree with him. Going to the prom, where it was expected to be dark with flashy lights and many hyper people, suddenly seemed like a complete waste.
"Do you wanna bail?" I murmured as a suggestion.
"What?" I wasn't expecting that he'd hear my quiet mutter, but he asked eagerly, slightly taking me off guard.
"Do you wanna bail out on prom? It's a stupid event anyway." After telling him I felt so much better, like I was excited about my own idea.
"But… What about Wendy?"
I narrowed my eyes at the road ahead, suddenly feeling irritated towards his reference to my girlfriend of the time. But I didn't want him to notice, so I simply shrugged.
"She'll live." I said and I took one hand off the steering wheel to curl a finger around his hair. It was an unconscious move, done without thought. Then when I noticed Kyle staring into me confused, I realised what I was doing and quickly untangled my finger out of his hair.
"Sorry- there was just… something in it." I cleared my throat as I felt my face burn for no reason and I turned my eyes back to the road, I probably should've concentrated on the road more. But then I heard him chuckle, and I turned back to face him.
"That would be nice." He said with a smile.
"Huh?" Nice- nice?
He grinned, showing his pearly teeth. "Bailing out on prom."
I remember the wind being extra strong that day.
x
I fall out of my memory and come back to darkness. It seems like Damien still hasn't waken up yet. I wonder how long it's been since he fell asleep. Two? Four? Five hours? It feels like eternity, yet it feels like only a minute. I want to scrunch up my hair in frustration. Goddamn whatever broke my concentration! It was one of the best moments of my life, and right now, it's one of the only things that can keep my mind from thinking hopeless thoughts. With no sign of Damien moving or waking up, I decide relax my mind and fall back into the memory.
x
Kyle shook his head in disapproval when we arrived at our destination. "Disappointing Stan. I was expecting something more romantic, like a sun-setting beach or something."
"Well sorry your majesty, but the only place I could come up with was a sun-setting lake." I returned to him sarcastically.
We both burst into laughter and rushed towards the bank of the lake. He slid his necktie off and threw it into the air, letting the wind carry it over the water. Then he flung a couple of buttons off his shirt, letting his thin neck free.
"Fuck that feels better!" He said and released his arms into the air like wings.
Then a sudden shoot of fierce wind pushed us away from the edge of the water, blowing through us as if we were flying high in the sky. The sensation instantly made the both of us fall silent in amazement.
In that silence, the sound of the waves rushing up and down the small pebbles and sand of the bank entered our ears. It was subtle, yet it sounded so much like the beach. The beautiful sound suddenly made me so aware of everything. The clear water, the setting sun burning in bright red and purple dyeing the high clouds and the top of the mountains- it made me sigh breathlessly.
"Well… I guess it's good enough."
When I looked down at the voice, I met Kyle's eyes smiling sheepishly into mine. The beauty of the nature instantly disappeared from my mind and all there was, was Kyle.
I bet Kyle was as surprised as I was at that moment. He didn't even close his eyes, yet I don't know if he would've even if he knew what I was going to do.
And that's how it happened, with the sun setting over shining mountains, the wind brushing past us gently. Our fist kiss.
x
"Damn it…"
I hear my voice mutter, followed by uncomfortable shuffling. Is Damien awake? I wait for more signs of movement, but nothing comes.
Fallen out of my memory, I wait in the darkness again for morning to come. But it doesn't feel as bad anymore. I feel my lips warm up comfortably and my heart beat a little faster, which is strange, since I can't technically feel anything. But the memory is so strong; I can remember it as clearly as yesterday, which makes it so realistic that I can even imagine the warmness of his lips and the rhythm of my heart.
Suddenly, more sounds of shuffling enter my ears, and then I hear something tug onto my hair. It takes me a second to understand that Damien had tugged onto my hair as if in frustration.
"Stan Marsh." I jump at the sudden voice echo through my mind. "Will you please be quiet, please? I can't go to sleep." It's a plead, but the tone of the voice is so dark and venomous that it almost sounds like a threat.
"Damien?" I ask the frozen darkness.
"Yes." The voice breathes.
"How can I hear you?" I ask the voice excitedly, finally having a conversation with someone- or something, an unknown voice. I wonder if this is what it would feel like to be talking to god. Then it struck me. "Wait… How can you hear me?"
I hear him smirk out loud this time with my voice. "You can hear me because I'm talking to you. I can hear you because you never have your blabbering mind shut off."
My heart sinks and I feel cold, but strangely hot with embarrassment at the same time.
"You can hear my thoughts? You were listening to me the whole time?" I shout towards the darkness.
"Yes. Every, god, damn, detail." He emphasises every word, but that doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that I suddenly feel boiling from embarrassment.
So… He just heard my thoughts? He just heard me remembering my first kiss with Kyle?
"Yes I did." He sighs. "I can also see your visions too, to be clear."
Fuck. I don't know if I'm supposed to be embarrassed or disgusted. I mean, no one knows about that memory except for Kenny. I feel as though I have broken some sort of sacred promise I never even made.
"And I…" I hear Damien begin and it breaks my trace of thought. I listen carefully for continuing words, but strangely, they don't come. The only thing that follows is a sigh.
"Never mind." He accidently says those two words out loud, but he continues again with his voice directly echoing into my head. "We might be two different individuals, but we're practically one-mind one-body now. So you should try to hide your thoughts, or be careful of what you think."
I scoff at this annoyingly.
"That might be easy for you to say, but what am I supposed to do? I'm stuck in here in the dark with nothing to do but wait for you to wake up. I'm bored shitless with nothing to do but think!"
"Then sleep." He replies nonchalantly.
"What?" I can sleep?
"Let your mind drown into the darkness. It will take you, and time will fly as if you were asleep. It would be similar to meditation so it will relax your mind." His voice breathes tiredly and it's soon followed by silence. He must've fallen asleep.
So I do as I'm told. I look into the darkness and let my mind wonder, float into infinity. And as he said, it takes me, like gentle waves. I see a blank dream.
x
The laundry roars to a stop, waking us up as if it were an alarm.
"Morning." I tell him as he opens my eyes up, just for the sake of it. He grunts in return.
Outside the living room window is still dark, the old clock above the fireplace has barely struck seven.
I hear rustling and Damien stand up from the couch and walks towards the bathroom. He flings the laundry machine open and fished out my clothes, slipping out of Pip's clothes and changing into them.
He walks into the kitchen and pours a glass of milk and bolts it down as if it's his breakfast. How much does he like milk? He'll need more than that for breakfast if he wants to live in my body.
"I know." He answers, hearing my thoughts. And I would have grinned at that.
His footsteps, or my footsteps, tap quietly on the weak wooden floor as he moves around. He scribbles something on a piece of paper; I see the four words and frown, mentally. 'Thanks for the milk'. What a dick. His footsteps creak a little more as he heads for the front door, grabbing my leather jacket hanging beside it.
"What? You're leaving? Now? This early?"
He pauses, then shrugs with a scoff. "Should dirty up your house before your parents come back. Just to make it look natural."
I know it's not his real intention, but his answer makes my heart soar.
"You're gonna try and act like me?" I ask him, my voice filled with hope.
"Of course. I'm the one who would be in more trouble if they found out that you're actually me or I'm you." He scrunches up my face as he states, as if weary with my stupidity. But I don't care. What he said had made me so relieved that the tension in my mind instantly releases.
Just with that second, Damien flings the front door open, the piercing cold air attacks my face, is what I imagine. It's not snowing, or windy, but the frozen atmosphere of the early morning looks more painful than any kind of blizzard. He walks straight into it, slamming the door shut behind us.
Even though I feel much relieved, I can't say I'm a hundred per cent. Just because he'll try and act like me, doesn't mean that he'd do it right. I mean, he doesn't even know me that much.
x
He leaves a packet of chips open on the couch just to bring out some reality and gets the vacuum cleaner out, placing it on the ground ready for action, waiting for the sound of a car parking into the driveway. I hear a car driving in the distance.
"That'll be them; turn it on!" I yell at him.
"Don't order me." He grumbles but does what he's told all the same.
The door slams open a few seconds after turning the machine on, so Damien turns it back off and rushes towards the front door.
"I see that you've been cleaning Stanley." My mum says as Damien picks up her bags off the ground.
"Only because you always nag me about leaving the house dirty." I hear my voice respond with no venom or edginess. Funny. He sounds just like me.
"Well I'm glad to hear that, honey." She says as dad tumbles into the room with his overly large bags. Thankfully Damien's in the kitchen so he doesn't need to respond to my father's stupidity.
"I'm home Staaaan. And see what I've goooot. Uncle Jim and Aunty Jemima gave us sooo many presents. It's such a pity you couldn't come." He teases and I feel Damien scoff. God, why does my father have to be so fucking embarrassing all the time?
"Don't worry Stan, they're mostly for you." Mum comments and Damien smiles back at her.
"Thanks mum." He says as he finishes putting away leftover Christmas dinner into the fridge that my parents scavenged at our relative's house.
"It's nearly three." I tell him, looking at the clock as he puts away food into the last empty space of the fridge.
"So?" He says back. I sigh.
"So… We should be getting to the hospital. I always see Kyle around this time of day."
He stares into the full fridge blankly, as if thinking. Time feels unnaturally long and tense while he does that, so when he finally slams the door shut I relax my mind with another sigh.
"Fine." It's as though he was never planning on going. But he agrees to go so I guess it's all right.
"Mum! I'm just going to go to the hospital 'see Kyle okay?" Damien shouts up towards my parents' bedroom. I hear a distant 'Okay honey!' so he exits the house and digs my chucks into the snow. Yeah, not the best shoes for South Park, I comment before Damien says anything. He digs my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket and drags my feet to the bus stop.
I must say that I'm pretty impressed by the way Damien acted around my parents. It was as though he was playing a part in an act that he has been practising for months. Which is kind of strange, with the fact that he was going to possess Kyle and not me.
"You're not a bad actor." I tell him, remembering his interactions with my mum, the tone in his voice.
"I act around my father all the time. Family is just one whole act anyway."
Is that what he thinks? Can't say that I disagree with him fully though. Every teenager somewhat acts around their parents. I do it all the time myself. But then…
"How about friends?" I ask him, challenging him stays silent. "Don't you have any friends to act for?"
He looks up into he frozen sky thinking, my white breath dancing around us. "I have Pip. But I don't act around him."
"How about me?" I ask half-heartedly.
"You aren't worth it." He answers half heartedly, adding a smirk.
I scoff. "Thanks douchebag."
I hear him laugh, or more like let out a ball of breath. I gape. Although it's my voice, it's the first time I've ever heard him laugh so sincerely. But I don't comment on it. It's not a bad feeling though, laughing with the antichrist.
x
I hear voices coming from inside the door, chatting joyfully. Apparently Kenny and Cartman have arrived before us. I wait patiently for Damien to open the door, feeling myself get excited. Even if I'm trapped in here it doesn't stop me from looking forward to see Kyle. But Damien just stands there in a daze, staring at the white door, the wall between us and them.
"What the fuck Damien? Just open the door." I say, finally getting impatient. He jolts as if he just arrived back in reality.
"I know." He spits, and slides the door open.
A second of silence fills the air until a bright voice breaks it like sunshine breaking through clouds.
"Stan!"
He calls my name. He calls me. Kyle…
I feel my heart bounce against my chest once like a sudden attack, making a shock shoot through my mind. What the hell…
Did I just, feel?
"What the hell took you so long dude!" Kyle moans, slightly sitting up further in excitement. That makes me smile.
"Hey, we were kindly suggesting that you had finally broken up with Kyle and ran away to Alaska because you're a goddamn pussy." Cartman smirks.
"Yeah. And I would be next in line for the cute little redhead." Kenny says with a wink, probably to provoke me. Kyle groans.
And here is when I say, "Stuff it up your ass Kenny."
…Huh? I don't hear my voice.
"Damien. Shouldn't you say something?" I whisper to him, even though no one else can hear me. But Damien stays silent, frozen on his spot. "What happened to your acting dude? You're not doing so well right now you know!" He still says nothing.
"Stan? What's wrong?" A worried voice says softly. My body jolts again bringing Damien back to conscious. Kyle looks at me, half worried, half confused. Goddamn it Damien.
"Sorry…" My voice says weakly. …What is he doing? "I actually don't feel so good. I think I'm getting sick." Damien takes a step back, one foot out of the room. "Don't want you getting it."
Kyle's voice calling my name is cut off by the sound of the door sliding to a close.
…What the fuck?
"Damien what the fuck was that?" I shout at him, confused and frustrated. "Don't tell me you can only act around parents." I growl. But he doesn't say anything. He completely ignores me, drifting away from the external world as he walks out the hospital, which is weird because the one literally in the internal world, is me.
He stays silent the whole way home until he finally collapses onto my bed and breathes out into the pillow as if that small trip had completely worn him out. I wait frustratingly for him to say something. I feel like tapping my foot for the effect, if I had the freedom.
Than he finally speaks, keeping my face still dug into the pillow. "I'm not going back."
"What?" I blurt out quietly.
He sighs one last time into the softness and raises my face out of the fabric. "Do you have allergies to hospitals or something? I suddenly felt sick the moment I stepped in the hospital room."
"Well, I kinda got used to it after a while. But that's no reason to not visit Kyle! I've always visited him. He'll get suspicious!"
"You didn't go when you got sick and became paranoid that he might catch it off you." He states. "I told him I felt sick. He won't suspect a thing." And he digs my head back into the pillow, letting himself relax.
I can't hide my irritation towards him, lying down there like a confused and exhausted little kid.
"Well School starts in less than a week. So you'll be forced to face them then." I challenge him coolly.
"I know." He mutters out loud, more to himself than me.
A.N- Man changing the font to italic for the dialogue between Damien and Stan is annoying as hell. I think this story is going to be shorter than I expected. Maybe. Well, off to school in the next chapter! I think. Oh this is so fun!
And just to say, Stan's fantasising of the kiss in the past is relevant… to an extent. It is not just a filler!
Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!
