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Disclaimer: Not my lyrics. They are from 'The Devil's Tears' by Angus and Julia Stone, and 'Carry on My Wayward Son' by Kansas.

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Chapter Fifteen: Don'tchu Cry No More

Around the first couple of months of his days at the hospital, while Kyle was still complaining his ass off that he had no shit to do, I decided to play some music for him. I managed to sneak through the nurses with my large guitar case in hand; I don't know what those bitches would have done if they had caught me.

"Dude, you brought your guitar!" He said cheerfully with a bright smile.

"Yeah, I have this new song I got."

He looked excited about it.

I knew that I had to pluck the strings softly, careful not to disturb any of the other patients, but it was a quiet song to begin with, so it wasn't that much of a dilemma.

To be honest, I hate my voice so I hate singing, but Kyle always said that he liked my singing, so I sang. He listened to me and the soft ringing of the strings intently, not making a sound until I finished, not clapping his hands bobbing his head, nothing. He just listened.

I sang it, with so many emotions and messages put into the words, and I think Kyle had understood all of them. He just didn't acknowledge them.

After the song came to an end, I looked up to find him staring out the window silently, and I figured out instantly that it was to hide his face. I never told him that I could see his reflection in the glass.

It was that day that he began asking me to say 'Hi' to Wendy, the day I began to say 'No'. It was the day we began to break each other's hearts.

Do I regret it?

x

"Morning Kyle." Damien says calmly, sipping on his cup of morning coffee. The redhead stops dead in his tracks at my voice, then slowly turns his head to reveal narrowed eyes.

"I'm not talking to you." He says, and continues to stomp until he reaches a large rock next to me, dropping himself onto it. He crosses his arms, crosses his legs, and flings his nose up into the air in the opposite direction.

"Well, you are." Damien states matter-of-factly. "But would you mind me asking why you would try to?"

Kyle drops his nose and after a mass debate with his inner-self, flings himself around to face me.

"Dude, why didn't you wake me up last night?"

Damien blinks. "Pardon?"

A small growl leaves Kyle's lips, the early morning doing him no good. "I told you to wake me up before doing the grave shit, you said yes, I fell asleep trusting you only to find myself being woken up by morning birds just a minute ago."

The cool, yet bright morning sunrays torch the Cemetery next to us perfectly, as it was designed to be lighten up in such a way.

"I have done the job, it wasn't that much of hard work." The antichrist says easily, sipping on his coffee again. But his answer makes Kyle frown.

"But wouldn't it be uncomfortable and creepy to dig a grave up in the middle of the night?" He says quietly.

"Well," Damien shrugs, "I'm not exactly alone."

The redhead instantly understands the words, and his small frown rests into a soft smile.

"And besides," my voice continues, "I wouldn't have been able to wake you up from such a deep sleep. You looked like you would kill anyone who had the courage to wake you."

"Ah, bull." Kyle rolls his eyes and leans over to grab the boiling pot of water over the fire.

We sit there in silence for a few minutes, drinking coffee and nibbling on bread, no butter no nothing, just bread. My inside is cringing, throbbing, and the silence to me is heavy as fuck. All I can think of now, is Kyle calling and apologising desperately in his sleep last night. But I can't ask him, Damien won't ask him, and I'm not about to make him do it either.

"So, what's our plan for today?" The silence is finally broken after Kyle finishes his piece of bread. Damien, setting his empty cup aside, grabs a nearby map.

"We are moving up to Tarryall. Digging up graves shouldn't get any more awkward there than it was here since the place is practically a ghost town."

Kyle nods. "You aren't going to leave me sleeping while you do all the work this time, are you?"

A small smile flows to my lips. "I won't."

x

We leave not too late, worried that someone might randomly pop up at the cemetery and report us. Our work is done here anyway. And it wasn't pretty.

It was the second time of my life to watch someone dig up a grave, and although I can't smell for shit right now, the white bones at the bottom of the dark pit gave me more than a clear idea. It seriously isn't a nice feeling to say the least, and I have to go through it another couple of times. Damien seemed nonchalant about it though, fucking devil. And he didn't seem so affected by pouring his blood on the bones either. Honestly, I'm glad we didn't wake Kyle up.

"Have we got everything?" Kyle scans his eyes around as Damien shuts the trunk close. "I think we have." He answers his own question.

We jump in the car and the redhead shudders at the sudden icy air attacking his skin. The snow chains clutter as we drive out of the forest, waiting for a more peaceful ride on the road. Yesterday's 'sho-pan' fills the car again as if trying to send us back into a second sleep. Thank god they just had coffee.

With the subtle sound of classical piano playing in the background the car falls into a deep silence. Kyle tucks himself into a ball, grasping his knees, and stares blankly out the flowing white view of the window. Damien simply keeps my eyes glued on the road.

"Hey Damien?" A soft voice murmurs through the hour-long silence. The antichrist finally takes my eyes off the road to glance at Kyle, who still stares out the window as if he hadn't said anything.

"Yes Kyle?" Damien asks to make sure Kyle doesn't wander back into a silence.

"Can we change roads? I want to see the creek." His answer is as quiet as ever.

"You do know it will be frozen?"

"Yeah, I know. We don't have to if you don't wanna."

"No," Damien says, "it's fine."

The road through the trees is even quieter, if you can believe it. But the rocking of the unsteady road creates some degree of liveliness. We arrive at the creek about an hour later, and as Damien predicted, the thing is as still as rock solid.

Damien parks the car a few yards from the creek. Our boots sink into the snow and cracks the frozen leaves under it when we step out of the car. The white snow coating the forest creates somewhat of a fantastic atmosphere, like a movie set. Kyle eagerly digs his way through.

"Do you think it'll brake if I walk on it?" He murmurs as he looks at his still reflection on the ice. He gives his face a good kick. It doesn't budge.

"You can try." Damien suggests, watching Kyle walk down the edge of the creek. His ponderous feet slowly begin to pick up its speed, into little trots, then into a hysterical sprint.

"Kyle!" My voice calls out at the running redhead. It doesn't do anything. He keeps on running like the world is about to end and I can hear his painful breaths scrape through his throat brutally as Damien tries to catch up. But his weakened legs don't let him run for too long and he suddenly drops his knees to the snowy ground like a broken doll.

"Damien…" Kyle manages through his ragged breaths. The antichrist kneels beside him worryingly, looking into his flushed face. "I want to talk to Stan."

My hand freezes on it's way to Kyle's shoulder, and Damien slowly draws it back.

"…As you wish."

Kyle looks up, slightly surprised when Damien does ask for an explanation, than gives a thankful nod but without a smile I subconsciously expect.

"Do you remember the words you have to say?" Damien asks as they connect hands.

"Yeah."

"Very well."

Damien closes my eyes as Kyle begins to lean in, his lips scraping the air against my ear. I hear him part his lips to draw the words out that call to me, those foreign words that sound like a song. In a quick second, I feel deep warmth sink into my palms.

"Hey Kyle." I smile contently as Kyle backs up, looking carefully into my face. He purses his lips and quickly averts his eyes.

"Sorry I had to do this." He sighs. "I just needed to ask you a favour."

"What is it?" My heart begins to sink when there's no sign of delight spreading across Kyle's face, only shame.

His eyes wander up to mine pleadingly. "Remember that song you played to me at the hospital?"

"Yeah, sure."

He tenses his lips. "Can you play it again for me?"

"Yeah, of course Ky." Ignoring my own confusion, I squeeze his shoulder reassuringly before we stand up and move towards the car.

He waits on one of the boulders on the bank of the creek as I get my guitar. Thank god I brought the thing with me.

I place my self on the rock across from his and steady my guitar comfortably on my knee.

"Ready?" I ask. His arms wrap tightly around his knees and he nods. "Okay." I breathe.

The soft picking of the guitar strings shakes the winter air softly and echoes off the frozen trees. I thank the snow for making everything so still and calm.

When my voice enters, I see the tension in Kyle's face slightly loosen into a subtle smile. It makes my voice become a little clearer.

"Some call love a curse, some call love a thief but she's my… ho-ome."

Does Kyle's lips part? Does he breathe out the lyrics with me?

"She's as much a part for this broken heart see broken bones, always seem to… me-end."

I make sure I look into his eyes as I say the words, make sure he hears them properly. He looks straight back, from my guitar to my eyes.

"I'll taste the Devil's tears, drink from his soul, but I'll- never give up you."

A quiet voice joins in the lyrics, careful not to overtake my voice, but all I can seem to hear is that sound, entering straight into me.

"I'll taste the Devil's tears, drink from his soul, but I'll- never give up you."

The calm humming comes to a stop along with the soft plucking of strings, leaving nothing but hollowness in the frozen atmosphere. I hear him breathe deeply and sink his face into his knees, hiding himself into his own shell.

I feel suddenly left alone, abandoned here powerless unable to help him.

"Kyle is there anything you're not telling me?"

But I don't want to stay that way.

His shoulders jump at my words and stay there tensed. Did he really think that I'd keep silent even while he acts so obviously distraught? But he doesn't say anything, just simply shakes against his knees.

"What are you sorry for?"

His face swings up and digs his wide eyes into me with disbelief.

"How- what…" He bites onto his trembling lips.

"You kept on saying that you were sorry, over and over in your sleep. What are you sorry for? Why would you apologise?"

"Stan- I,"

"No Kyle, please tell me. It's obviously eating you up, and it's eating me up too."

He blinks a few times desperately at me, then gives up and digs his hand into his hair.

"I'm sorry for everything." He states.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry that I got sick. I'm sorry that I broke up with you." His voice cracks and he averts his eyes, sliding his palm over his mouth. "I'm sorry I couldn't push you away. I'm sorry you had to go through watching me die." His emerald eyes begin to glisten and his voice begins to rise. "I'm sorry you sold your body for me. I'm sorry you have to go through all this shit."

My voice dies is the bottom of my throat, watching him lose himself in his desperate words. I watch him as he rocks his head down, covering his eyes with his fingers. I watch him as he tries to keep all his tears in while he tries to spill all his words out. I can only watch him.

"I'm sorry for everything…"

My guitar slips though my fingers and drops into the snow. But I don't look back to see if it's okay. I jump onto the boulder across of me and wrap my arms around the redhead.

"Dude, there's nothing you have to apologise for. You can't just choose not to get sick. Yeah it hurt when you broke up with me, but you thought it was for my own sake! Everything else was not your choice. They were mine. I chose to stay with you, I chose to sell my body, I chose to go through this shit!" I can't contain my voice; I want him to hear my words nice and clear. "And I don't regret a single bit of it. They are the best choices I made in my life."

I see a smile twitch his lips under his palms.

"Even better than being with me?" He challenges weakly, finally taking his hands away from his face so that I can see him without his mask.

Without much thought, my lips press onto his; unable to contain myself once there is nothing in between us anymore. Warmth. Softness. Scent. I can feel his surprised breath brush against my skin.

"Dude, don't ruin my moment." I whisper, finally answering his question after we part. He laughs against my shoulder.

x

We arrive at Tarryall just in time to have a late lunch. The place is pretty much a ghost town, abandoned buildings and empty land over here and over there. It's hard to make out if there are any people living here at all.

The cemetery is not even in the town, but a few minutes hike into the forest. We don't even have to wake Kyle up this time; he was determined to stay up all through the drive.

"I guess we don't even have to spend the night there." Kyle says as we walk through the forest. "Do you think we can get to Bailey today?"

"Maybe. We will just have to wait and see." Damien answers quietly. He has been strange for the past few hours, as if he isn't ever strange. But he has been tense and quieter than usual.

"Yeah I hope-"

Kyle's voice cuts off, as something strange blacks out my sight. I think it's Damien cringing his eyes shut again.

"Dude, you okay? Do you have a headache or something?" I ask him for the third time.

His answer is the same. "I'm fine."

The small path leads into a slightly more open space and they pause our feet. We have arrived and the cemetery is definitely much less than what we expected, with only a few stones lying here and there, and a small crooked sign of 'Tarryall Pet Cemetery'.

"Well, this looks a bit easier. How do you know which one to dig Damien?" Kyle asks, bracing his shovel.

Damien wanders around, massaging my temple as he observes every stone.

"This one." He mutters when he comes upon a rock that looks exactly like the others. My hands grasp my shovel firmly and start digging. Kyle quickly trots up, making sure he doesn't make Damien do all the work.

"Ew…"

A mountain of repulsing bugs scatter around the pit of the hole when we reach the bones, making Kyle shudder in disgust. He watches as Damien takes a flask of blood out of my pocket and flings the cork off, chanting something under his breath as he pours the red liquid over the skeletons of the dead animal.

"Is that it?" Kyle asks as Damien puts the flask away.

"Yes, that's it." He swings my shovel over my shoulder and smiles at Kyle. "Thank you for your assistance."

"Assistance…" The redhead smirks as we head back out the forest.

x

We are back on the road as soon as they finish their lunches. More soup, and bread. But we don't have much of a choice. All Kyle brought with him was canned soup as well, and bread.

"What is it?" Kyle asks when the car comes to a sudden halt. "Did you forget something?"

"No, I-" Damien takes a step out the car. "I think it's around here."

"What is?"

My eyesight shifts around, searching. "The railway."

The devil begins to lead the way into the forest again, all his concentration moving onto something that neither Kyle nor I can manage to make out.

"Damien, are you sure it's around here? I mean, yeah, they did say that they had made the railway in the middle of nowhere but this is less than nowhere." But even as he asks so, Kyle digs his hands through the snow and frozen leaves, searching the ground like Damien, for some tracks. "But even if you do find them how do you think you're gonna break it?"

My hands pause when they brush against something hard and solid. A small smile crosses my lips.

"I'll show you."

Damien brushes the ground clear of leaves and other crap to let the shiny surface of iron peek through the thick layer of snow.

"Watch."

Kyle pops behind me and widens his eyes at the sight of the tracks.

My bare hand traces the frozen iron; I can almost feel the coldness tingle through my fingers as he does. And then at some sort of core, my whole body tenses, solid like a rock when Damien puts all his strength and concentration to that one hand resting on the shiny surface.

Every hair on my body stands up, my teeth grits together viciously and the air around me seems to be moving in a new wave. I hear Kyle gasp as the iron underneath my hand begins to glow steam red, the rusty rail slowly melting into the snow.

After a long agonising moment, the tension in the air suddenly snaps back into the present, letting Kyle's lungs come back to life as Damien pants heavily, scraping aggressive breaths through my throat.

"Dude, Damien, are you okay?" He asks worryingly, watching sweat troll down my jaw and my shoulders bounce with every single breath Damien takes.

"I'm fine." The antichrist finally manages, standing up onto my feet. "I've got the job done, haven't I?" He smiles confidently.

Kyle smirks lightly, but before he can make any remark a clear ringing shakes through my pocket, interfering whatever Kyle was about to say.

"Hello?" Damien answers swiftly, mildly annoyed.

"You motherfucker!" A voice roars through the speaker, attacking any mortal ear that is placed close to it.

"Kenny," Damien sighs.

"Don't 'Kenny' me you cocksucking asshole. I got your text. What the fuck do you mean you're goin' on a road trip with Kyle? You, Damien, a fuckin' road trip with Kyle!"

"Kenny-"

"Ah, ah! Whatever the fuck you are thinking, you just can't take an oblivious Kyle and-"

"Kenny, he knows." Damien interrupts darkly; making the crazy blond shut his mouth up.

"He knows you are the son of the Devil?" The voice asks quietly.

"Yes."

A short silence fills the cold air.

"Fine, whatever. Where the fuck are you anyway?" Kenny quickly regains his sharp voice.

"On our way to Bailey. Don't worry McCormick, your two friends will be home by the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah? If they won't I'll fucking kill you, ya got that?"

"Oh, absolutely." Damien sneers sarcastically before hanging the phone up.

"Dude, what did you get up his ass?" Kyle asks, shocked, looking at Damien with confusion.

"Nothing. He is just what you would call a 'jerk"

"He isn't that bad, he's just a little protective."

Damien sighs deeply, and shoves my phone back into my pocket. "I know."

He looks down at the melted rail and looks back up at Kyle. "We should get going."

"Okay."

But just as Damien moves to take one step forward, my whole vision shakes again, more dizzily this time, sending Damien onto my knees.

"Dude, are you alright?" Kyle jumps up to my side worryingly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Did you just use too much of your power?"

"No, I'm fine." Damien shrugs Kyle's arm off and steps back onto my feet, firmly this time without wobbling.

I feel Kyle's worried eyes on my back, bewildered and in knots, as Damien drags my feet out the forest.

Damien quickly swings the car door open to slide in, but pauses when he finds Kyle glaring at the passenger door, head hung low in shame.

"I would offer you to drive, but I don't have my license." He says tensely with frustration. "I mean, I would drive if I knew how to it's just, I never took the time into learning…" But before he drowns too deep into his guilt Damien walks around the car to rest my hand on his shoulder without hesitation, and squeezes reassuringly.

"Kyle, don't worry about it. I'm fine. My head just spun for a second there."

The redhead nods, and smiles crookedly, appreciating Damien's words but not believing them fully. But he slips into the passenger seat silently after that, so I think it's okay.

x

It doesn't take us as long as we thought it would to get to Bailey. After disconnecting the rails we chose to take the normal highway instead of the unsteady forest roads. That helped.

But every so often on the road Damien kept on getting specks of blackouts, not dangerous ones or anything. Just like, blinks that lasted too long, stuff that Kyle won't notice at least.

We arrive just as the setting sun disappears into the distant mountains, a sheet of stars approaching the still purple-tinted sky. Bailey, although not as big as Hartsel, is much more of a lively town. Packs of tourists can be heard from the local bars and restaurants laughing and chatting excitingly. We decide that we better wait way into midnight before digging any graves. But we find that the packs of tourists might be the best thing about Bailey. They have inns and a cheep motel not even a mile out.

"Hey, can we have a qu- I mean, a room with two singles for the night please?" Kyle asks red faced at his own mistake. The fat lady the size of a house eyes Kyle and then Damien standing in the doorway and lets out a masculine smirk, making the fat around her nose jingle. It sends a shiver right down Damien and my spine.

"God, that was embarrassing." Kyle face palms himself as we enter our room. "Why couldn't you do it instead?"

"I am socially awkward." Damien chuckles, watching the pink continue to flush Kyle's cheeks.

"Yeah well, it wouldn't have been as aw- Ah!" The redhead yelps when his clumsy foot catches the dent in the floor, sending him into my chest.

The impact of his feather-like weight is like a blow to the head. My whole vision twirls and blacks out for a moment, long enough to make us both crash into the ground.

"Holy shit! Damien, are you okay?" Kyle panics, sliding himself off my legs to crawl up beside my face. His expression turns blank when he doesn't immediately get a response. "Damien?"

My blurry eyes slowly come into focus, waking to find Kyle's face barely inches from mine.

"Dude, Damien? What's wrong? Dude, do you have a fever?" Kyle leans over and bonks his forehead against mine. Damien quickly pulls out from his reach.

"You don't seem to have a fever, I guess."

My eyes sight shakes again as Damien cringes. "Kyle, I'm fine-"

"No. You're. Not!" His voice shakes the room. "Dude, you weren't okay when I asked you before and you're not okay now! Now tell me what is wrong!"

A few shaky breaths leave my lips as Damien massages my forehead, debating on what to do.

"My senses are in knots." He mutters under my breath, but Kyle catches it clearly.

"From exhaustion? From when you melted the railway? I knew it! Why didn't you just tell me-"

"No." Damien interferes, letting my eyes fall back onto Kyle's. "My powers are very limited in this body and using them causes a lot of energy but- no. What caused this is switching consciousness with Stan."

"…Huh?"

"Switching consciousness with others while in the same body for a long period of time causes some mental miss or disconnections. That is why I am reluctant to doing it. It is like having total sleep deprivation for days. Melting the rail only contributed to that."

"Dude, why didn't you tell me?" Kyle says desperately as he pulls my body up into a sitting position. "I wouldn't have made you do it if you did."

Damien leans my heavy body into Kyle arms, having not much choice in doing so.

"It's better than watching you blame yourself to death." Damien murmurs with a weak smile. "It's better than watching you cry."

Kyle looks surprised with his words, almost taken aback.

"When did I cry?"

"Last night. In your sleep." Damien sighs.

"Okay, you're going to bed now." Kyle bites, struggling to pick himself up with my body in his arms. "Fuck Stan's heavy." He mumbles as he drags the heavy weight to one of the beds.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." Kyle slaps one of my feet playfully before jumping on his own bed beside me.

He begins to bob his head to the music inside him, until it begins to leak out of him as a hum. It's a familiar tune. Very familiar in fact, making me want to laugh if I could. I know he knew I would too.

"naaaaa-nanana… lay your weary head to reeee-eeest…" The lyrics finally flow out of his mouth, making Damien smirk lightly.

"Don-"

Bang!

I loud fist hits the entrance door, cutting Kyle's singing and making him jump onto his butt.

"The fuck?" He mutters, hopping off the bed and crossing to the door.

"Maybe it's Mrs. Eric Cartman." Damien suggests, indicating the whale-like lady at the reception.

"Maybe." Kyle cackles as he unlocks the door. Damien, losing interest and energy just by lifting my head up, sinks back into the mattress and closes my eyelids.

I hear the door open and Kyle's chuckles freeze in the air, in what seems to be shock.

"Hey, dude." I hear a familiar voice say. It makes the floor squeak as Kyle takes a step back and the door creaks open to get a better look at whoever may be the intruder.

"Kenny?"


A.N- Okay, I'm not gonna lie. This story doesn't have much left. I don't know how much I can put into one chapter, but probably no more than two chapters and maybe an epilogue. Wow!

Please review! They are what tell me that people are actually reading my things and I am so grateful for those who have stuck with me this far.

Only a bit more to go, and a lot more action! On a roll like rock n roll honeh.