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Chapter Twelve: Breaking the thin ice.
The coldness is piercing; not a cloud in the winter sky to keep the slightest of warmth on the ground. The sinking sun shines from behind, dyeing the thick snow a mixture of all purples and reds. My long sun-setting shadow spreads across Kyle and onto my house behind him.
My heart is jumping, thumping, beating, flowing blood frantically through my body; I can hear it, but strangely all my body heat seems to be leaving me. My eyes stare into Kyle's emeralds, blinking restlessly in panic. And when Damien opens my mouth, he uncharacteristically stutters.
"Damien? Wh- what are you talking about-"
"Don't lie to me." Kyle hisses, desperate eyes narrowing into a simmering glare. It shuts Damien up completely. Kyle moves one hand from Damien's book and rests the palm on my chest just above my heart, and clenches. "I know it's you in there." His voice shakes.
My insides have turned to cold stone and Damien looks at Kyle, eyelids weak on my eyes. Both Damien and I knew this time would come, Kenny had warned us. It's just- neither of us thought that it would come so soon. My body turns lump in resignation as Kyle's fist clenched onto my jacket hits against my chest.
"Say something." He breathes. "Why don't you say something!"
My hand sways to Kyle's fist hitting against my chest, making Kyle's swing his eyes back up at the sudden skin-to-skin contact. "Kyle…" My voice is soft, and for a second, Kyle looks lost in it, until his eyes instantly widens and flings his hand away from Damien's grip, returning to the book.
"Show yourself." He whispers, slightly shaking, but his eyes are strong. "I need to see it."
Damien lets out a small sigh to the ground and then my eyes narrow, strong at Kyle as if to challenge him, asking him if he's really up to it. Slightly taken aback by the strong gaze but tries to stay firm, Kyle gulps a nod.
And then slowly, I hear whispers. A dark, barely audible chant murmuring out of my mouth. I lose myself in my own voice that doesn't sound like my voice at all, speaking a language that I don't even know. For a second, I see a dark illusion: my sunset shadow growing and morphing two magnificent black wings. But when I blink, there are gone, as if I had my mind had fallen asleep and dreamt for a millisecond.
But then, my concentration is broken by a heavy 'thud', and I focus on my vision and see Kyle. The demonic book in his hands had slipped out of his limp fingers and crashed to the ground, but Kyle doesn't seem to notice. His bright green eyes widen and his mouth is parted open, stuttering breaths leaving the small gap. He takes a step back unconsciously, in horror and dismay.
"Your eyes…" he gasps quietly. "They burn…"
And then like a flick of the fingers, just like that, everything turns back to normal. The foreign whispering disappears and the lingering darkness evaporates into the setting sun. Something seems to click in Kyle's mind and he blinks, once in bewilderment, returning back to reality. But he doesn't say anything, just stares, and I feel my eyes loosen, and my lips tense into a smile. A smile of defeat, and it makes the tension in Kyle's eyes loosen into an emotion more confused and conflicted.
"How did you find out?" Damien asks quietly, making the burning atmosphere return to the icy winter air. Kyle's lips shake to slip out a response, but nothing comes out, instead his teeth begins to clatter. He crosses his arms and digs his scarlet-tinted fingers into each arm, desperate for warmth. "Should we go inside?" Damien asks, the last thing we want being him freezing from finding out our secret.
For a second Kyle's eyebrows tense in an attempted glare, but gives up, and bobs his head in a nod.
We enter the house in silence, the sun finally setting into the night as Damien shuts the front door shut. Without a word, Kyle drops himself motionless onto the couch and Damien heads for the kitchen, preparing a warm cup of milk for Kyle. I would almost snicker, if it weren't for this situation.
I can hear Kyle's soft breathing coming from the lounge room very faintly shake, but it calms once Damien sits down next to him. Very subtly, Damien glances nervously into the Kyle's face, but the redhead flickers his head away before we get a chance to see his expression.
"Since when?" Kyle whispers, still looking away.
My mouth frowns in concern for a second and Kyle tilts his head back to its spot revealing his face. My heart lightens when I see he wasn't crying and Damien looks down to the warm cup of milk in my hands.
"Since Christmas…" He answers. Something flickers in Kyle's limp eyes.
"Since I became better…" He sighs an unamused laugh.
Damien stares at Kyle's weak, sarcastic chuckling and hands him the cup of warm milk. Something more Damien-like, and not me. Kyle takes it blankly, mouth opening to say 'thank you', but shutting before any words come out, something heavy in his stomach stopping him from being polite.
"I need…" Words flutter out of Kyle's mouth.
"Pardon?"
Kyle places the cup of milk onto the coffee table and slides his palm over his mouth before it drops to grip his knee, turning his body to face Damien.
"I need to talk to Stan." He says, more clearly this time. His eyes are firm and his lips are tensed, asking for the impossible. And I feel my stomach sink, Damien looking at his pleading eyes.
"Kyle-"
"Please!" Kyle interferes Damien's calm rejection, leaning over and grasping my hand in plea. "Damien, please. I need to talk to him." His voice shakes but his eyes stay strong, it makes Damien sigh.
"You can talk through me. I can tell you what he says."
But Kyle shakes his head frantically at this suggestion, gripping tighter onto my hand. "He needs to- I need to feel him."
My eyebrow flicks at his words and somewhere, I feel my heart twitch inside.
"It won't last long." My voice clenches. Kyle nods, still gripping onto my hand, and Damien sighs in resignation.
"On the twenty seventh page, the written phrase on the bottom left corner." Kyle takes Damien's book out and flips through the pages. "Hold my hands and say it into my ear, thinking of the person inside."
"Stan?" Kyle looks up and Damien nods. The pages land on the right one and Kyle traces his slender finger along the bottom left corner. His hands move back to mine, resting palm on palm, and then he leans in, right in until our cheeks are brushing.
And then Kyle breathes, right against my ear, to whisper out foreign words as gentle as a lullaby, so beautiful I almost feel his warmth spread inside me. It lasts forever, until it finishes too quickly. But strangely, the warmness doesn't disappear, and I flutter my eyes open in confusion. I flutter my own eyes open.
I look down and see Kyle's hands on mine, the source of warmth, and try squeezing our hands together; my hands move.
"Stan…?" I hear a quiet voice call my name and I look up, Kyle looking deeply into my eyes.
"Kyle?" I call out his name, me, with my own voice; I call out his name in what feels like far too long. "Kyle," I say again, just because I can.
A shaky breath of relief leaves Kyle's lips and he squeezes my hands back.
"Stan, can you feel this?" He asks, entwining our fingers.
"Yeah I can feel it…" I bring his hand to my cheek and close my eyes, letting the gentle warmness sink into my skin. "I can feel you so close Kyle…"
Then I hear his breath shake aggressively behind my closed eyelids.
"Stan, how did this happen?" Kyle's hand clenches into a fist against my cheek. "Why did you do this?" He knows the answer, but he asks, needing to hear the answer from me directly.
"I just…" I say, my eyes opening, feeling my insides clench in nervousness. "Couldn't let you die."
Kyle nods, in understanding, and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Get up."
"Huh?" I focus my eyes on Kyle's eyes blankly, looking at his eyes firm. He slides out of my grip and stands up, leaning over me.
"I said get up."
So I do, and I'm leaning over him. But before I know it, my world rocks, and I go crushing back down into the couch. A sharp feeling shoots through my cheek, not a pleasant feeling, a throbbing pain, and I look up in confusion.
In front of me, Kyle shakes, eyes glaring down at me, sparkling with desperate tears. Beside him, there's a fist shaking, turning red, probably from punching something. Punching what? Me?
Before my brain fully comprehends the situation Kyle leans in across my hips, hands on my chest and curling into my shirt. I don't get the chance to swear and interrogate him for punching me; my body isn't responding quickly enough for my brain.
"Why is he inside you?" He hisses, eyes hiding under his red curls. My body is reacting in so many ways right now, my mind filled with a million different thoughts. I feel heat flowing through my body, so I try and narrow my eyes at him to concentrate.
"It was a deal, in order to save your life. I had to let him possess you, but I made him possess me instead." The hands digging into my chest pulls, then instantly slams me back hard into the couch.
"Why didn't you just let him possess me? It's my life, I should be the one paying the price!"
With that quick outburst his hands slide out of my fabric and rises to his eyes, curling his fingers into his fringe and his teeth gritting dangerously. And he is crying, fighting tears of frustration and anger, and I can tell, relief and desperation. He shakes in his spot, straddling my hips, and the sight of him twists every single organ inside me.
I lift my arms and curl them around his back, tugging him close and firm into my chest. I feel his warmth, and I hope he feels mine.
"That's simple," I say quietly, feeling him shake against me. "Selfish, but simple. I just didn't want him inside you."
And then everything leaves me: the warmth, the shaking, the quiet smell of fresh apple leaking in his hair. And I am locked deep inside again, with lost senses. But Kyle doesn't notice. He continues to cry in my arms, shaking and sharing warmth, but not with me, with Damien. But Damien doesn't say a word, only flinches at the sudden senses returning back to him, feeling Kyle's warmth, and lets Kyle cry.
"How did you find out?" Damien asks, fingers stroking Kyle's hair to soothe him. With this, Kyle instantly freezes and pushes away, eyeing me in surprise and embarrassment.
"Damien?" He whispers, noticing the slight change in the tone of my voice, face deepening red. Damien simply smirks and makes Kyle's flush boil.
"Wow dude!" Kyle jerks off my lap and falls to the floor, hitting something hard and groaning in pain.
"Are you okay, Kyle?" Damien leans over and sees the redhead rubbing his ass. Kyle glares, but looks away with a pout.
"What did you say?" He grits, still looking away.
"I asked you how you found out." Kyle grits his teeth at Damien's speedy working brain, then nods in confirmation.
"I went to Pip's" He begins, returning to his spot on my couch. "I found the red book in your- Stan's bookcase. At first I thought he returned to some stupid Goth phase again so I got concerned and stole it." He reaches across to grab Damien's book and strokes the pentacle carved into the red leather. "But then- it was just too creepy. It had real Latin in it, and detailed diagrams and symbols and- So I went to Pip's, Everyone knows he can speak Latin, and got a Latin dictionary, just to find out what the book was on and then…" He gulps and looks up. "Do these really work?" His whisper is low and careful.
"Yes they do. If you get them right." Damien answers.
Kyle looks back down to the book, eyes widening uncomfortably. The book begins to shake in his unsteady hold.
"So-" He continues, placing the book beside him. "I got really confused, and creeped out, so I decided to go to Pip's and ask him about the book. I thought he could tell me more about it. I mean, the book could have been a joke, or fake, and I thought Pip could confirm me on that." His hand reaches for the cup of milk forgotten on the coffee table and sips on it before continuing.
"But when I showed Pip the book, his faced paled and he just- panicked! He asked me where I got the book, when I got it, how I got it- it was enough to make me suspicious. His house seemed normal at first sight, except for the leaking in the ceilings and the weird mouldy stench in the lounge room, but I thought he might be hiding something. I mean, he just suddenly came back form the dead a few years ago! How could you know?" He swings a hand in the air for emphasis. "-So, I asked him to make me a cup of tea, just to buy some time. And while he was making it, I sneaked around the house… until I reached the basement."
I hear a slap and notice that Damien slapped my forehead with my palm. "That imbecile…" He mutters under his breath. But Kyle doesn't notice, and continues, hands clenching onto the warm cup.
What he says next comes out as a whisper. "And then I saw your body, laying on the floor dead still…" He gulps. "So I left Pip's house. I bumped into him on the way out, he might've dropped the cup of tea in panic- and then I came here."
"So you found my body on the floor." Damien murmurs, and Kyle nods, weakly.
"That was a whole new dimension of weird dude. I thought Pip had you locked up in there for a sec until I noticed you were like a stone." He sips again, regaining his enthusiasm.
"I didn't recognise you for a second, though. It had been so long." He chuckles. "Sorry about, how we were like in elementary. We were little douchebags."
To this Damien slumps my shoulders and chuckles as well. "Weren't we all?"
A comfortable quiet with small chuckles fills the room.
"Sorry about Stan," Kyle snickers through his fist. "It was a pain acting like him, right?"
"What do you mean?" Damien asks confusingly.
"Well, he's kind of an r-tard." He chuckles again and I feel a rock hit my head in shock. I'm not an r-tard…
Damien smirks in response. "At least now I don't have to act like an idiot."
"Dude, Don't call Stan an idiot." Kyle glares, conflicting his earlier words, and I feel my heart flutter like a butterfly. "He's just not an educational kinda smart."
"So he's stupid."
"No. He's just - a few marshmallows short of a bowl of Lucky Charms."
"Couldn't find his way out of a paper bag even with a map." Damien suggests, watching Kyle sip on his warm cup of milk.
"Has a four wheel drive but only three are spinning."
"Donated his brain before the body was done with it."
They both end up in a harmony of cackles and I'm left feeling like I have a meat loaf for a brain. But in a quick second Kyle freezes in mid-laugh, suddenly realising who he is laughing with.
A long, heavy silence follows, drowning the atmosphere into the reality they have seemed to have forgotten for a moment.
"Dude, I don't even know you…" Kyle murmurs, as if just noticing. His eyes grow round, but eyebrows furrow.
My lips tense and my eyes turn away from Kyle. "…You do." My voice whispers.
"No, I don't!" Kyle bursts angrily, leaning towards me on his knees. "I might have been with you for over a month, but all I've seen is you acting. Acting like someone else! Acting like Stan!"
The antichrist flinches at Kyle's words, but stays calm. "…Not all of it was acting." The angry tension in Kyle's face loosens in confusion, and Damien smiles. "I'd say you are one of the three people who know me the most."
A pout returns to Kyle's lips as he slumps back into his spot, arms flinging across the back of the couch. "There aren't many people who know you very well then, are there?" He spits sarcastically.
"No," Damien lets out a hard chuckle. "There aren't"
His words make the fiery atmosphere in the room turn to instant ice. Kyle's eyes widening at the sincerity of the words he weren't expecting. His mouth lingers open in shock.
"But dude you're like, the son of the devil. The prince or something." His arms slip down from the back of the couch, returning to his sides. And Damien looks Kyle in the eye, slight fire burning in my pupils, and smiles weakly.
"Exactly."
Another silence fills the air; it's happening a lot isn't it? The sudden change from fiery, to bright, and then to an awkward atmosphere. A whisper of breaths sway through the room mysteriously, and I don't know whose it is.
"Damien?" Kyle asks.
"Yes?"
"Is it possible for you to leave Stan's body?" And then he adds on, like a murmur, "And possess me instead…?"
"No!" I yell automatically, knowing that my words won't reach Kyle. But Damien answers, instead of me.
"That won't be necessary." Kyle swings his head in bewilderment. "I'm going to leave his body anyway."
"Really? When?" Kyle asks eagerly, leaning over the couch again.
"Soon."
"How soon?"
A weak smile tints on my lips again, hearing Kyle's unconscious eagerness. "…Before the end of the winter holidays."
The answer drains the tension out of Kyle's body and he slumps his head with a relieved sigh, chuckling a bit.
"Dude, it's strange talking to Stan's face and actually talk to you. I don't know why I didn't figure you out earlier. No offense dude, but you're not such a good actor."
"Really?" Damien raises my eyebrows. "I thought I was remarkably talented."
Kyle snickers, then rocks up onto his feet.
"Well dude, I better go before it gets too late." He stretches with a crack in his back. He should do more exercise. "Say bye to Stan for me?" He asks with a troubled smile and a shrug.
"I will." Damien smiles. "He says bye."
"Fuck you, I heard him." I grit in annoyance.
"Well-" Kyle's voice interferes our bitter words and Damien looks up to see the boy standing in the doorway. "See ya Damien."
For a second, time stops around the antichrist, I can feel it. But quickly, he gulps, and returns to reality.
"Bye Kyle"
The door shuts, leaving a hint of Kyle's smile in the air, the warmness lingering around Damien.
"Is it wrong of me to feel warm every time he looks at me and calls my name?" Damien asks, staring at the closed door. He is really smart I know that, but sometimes I think he still misses a speck of common sense. While he feels warmness staring at the closed door, I feel something cold throb deep down that makes me squint. It is something smeary and ugly.
"…Yeah. It is."
Or am I just afraid that Kyle won't call out my name any more?
A.N- Yes I know, not the best chapter ever but…ah, that's my ability for now. Oh, and just in answer to YFA's review, in plan, this story has three parts. Part one: sick Kyle, part two: Damien possessing Stan and part three: we are arriving soon! So we are way beyond half way, in plan.
So this chapter was kinda short. I had to cut it before it got too long.
Don't remind Kyle that every time Stan was kissing him it was actually Damien, he's trying to ignore that fact, m'kay?
Please review! Comments, punching, hugging! It inspires me!
