Chapter 2: Nothing really matters
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. No, it wasn't that I couldn't. It was that I had no motive to. I didn't want to scream, but I thought that screaming would be appropriate for what I was feeling; cold, horrified, empty, and most of all naked. Once I could move my body, I crawled over to Lea. Inch by inch, I made my way over, squishing each little bug and dirtying my knees in the dirt along the way. I finally made my way over to him, when I saw him.
But he wasn't the Lea that I knew.
This boy had long, flaming red hair, but it was spiked the exact same way. He had dots beneath his eyes, reminiscent of tears, and he had much more of a physique, muscles where I didn't remember them, and muscles that I'd never seen. I watched his eyes open slowly. I moved to touch him, his eyes followed, but even if he wanted to stop me I assumed he couldn't. If he was going through the same thing I was, he wouldn't be able to move for a little while.
I gently touched his cheek. It felt the same as mine; ice cold, but comfortable. It was like touching a corpse, I would know. I withdrew my hand from his face, and collapsed opposite him. I laid on the ground, thinking my way back into my muscles, remembering which finger was which, and which toe was which. Lea's fists were clenching into the dirt, and his legs began to move. Finally, he sat up. I did to. He moved closer to me, and I remained still, looking into his eyes now much brighter in color, though soul-less.
He wrapped his arms around me. I remember wanting this to happen. Never had I told anyone that I was gay, but some part of me always wished that Lea knew, and that maybe if not now eventually, he could feel the same. I remember watching romantic movies about couples coming together, and casting Lea as the hero, and myself as the heroine. I remembered that I waited for this day my entire life. This was supposed to be the day my heart became complete.
But as I sat there on the ground, I didn't feel anything. No warmth, no touch, nothing. If I couldn't see that his arms were around me I wouldn't know that they were there. And then what he did next brought me to the realization that I hadn't made yet. He moved his head, from my shoulder, down my chest to my left right where my heart is supposed to be.
I listened. I waited. I held my breath to quicken the pulse.
Nothing…
I took both of my hands, placing one at the base of Lea's neck, and the other around his wrist, feeling for what I remember to be a pulse.
Nothing….
We had to be dead.
He moved back up slowly, and looked into my eyes. I wanted badly to say his name. I tried to form the words in my mouth. But the warmth and familiarity that I associated with Lea was gone. He moved away from me, sitting very limp. I struggled terribly trying to say his name, but it just wouldn't come out.
Then a dark mist appeared across from us.
I turned my head slowly, unable to move any faster. Lea had looked over as well. Out of the darkness came two figures. One stood much taller than the other. His dread-locked black hair was pulled into a long ponytail at the back of his head, and he had the facial hair of a caveman. His eyes looked deathly serious, and he had the physique to back it up. The other had long blonde hair, and his face was much more kept with thinner eyebrows. His eyes however had a hint of a superiority complex.
"It would appear that the reports were correct. We've found a couple of strong hearted subjects." The blonde seemed satisfied.
"Yes. Now let's get this over with," said the bigger one. They both walked toward us. The blonde moved for Lea. He grabbed his chin, tilting it up to look into his eyes.
"The subject is healthy. He'll run great tests!" But before he could examine anything, my hand jerked out and grabbed his wrist. I don't know what provoked me to do this, but I squoze…hard.
"Ahh! And this one has reflexes!" The blonde cringed. I could feel the fragments of his bones constricting beneath my new vice grip.
"Probably some engrained pathetic instinct to protect the red-head," said the bigger one. I didn't avert my gaze from the blonde, but if I had to guess, the bigger one was smirking.
"X-Xaldin! A hand if you please?" The blonde was now on his knees, succumbing to my strength. My thumb nail, now 3 times longer than I remember dug into his flesh. I knew I needed to cut them, but that was before I had claws. "XALDIN!"
And the bigger one was right infront of me. His hand came across my face with a brute force,
And I was out.