A WISH TOO YOUNG
CHAPTER 3
THE NEXT DAY
That morning, Frank's eyes fluttered open. He found himself lying in his boss's bed. It was a strange feeling at first. Though the remembrance of last night began to flood into his head in a snap. Caressing the bed sheets, he began to only feel more grateful realizing why he was here. Turning on his side, he was met with the sight of the man in speaking still asleep. The image that was revealed to the young man's eyes only made him catch his breath.
Carl was lying on his back while his head faced Frank's direction. One arm of his had snaked under the pillow. He was wearing no shirt. Which showed a clear view of his chest. The pubic hairline lining down from his navel passed his cotton pants only caused Frank to look back up to his boss with a blush. It was strange seeing his boss this way. Even how his hair was free from any products and tossed about from sleep. Including the appearance of his face was so peaceful. Ever since the potion, the agent didn't have to shave anymore since the whiskers never did grow back. It was only one out of the many changes that Frank was still trying to get use to.
When he first saw him dressed all in white and younger then ever, it was only hard to admit to himself that he was now uncomfortable around his boss because suddenly every time he saw the man made him feel different. Like unnamed emotions or physical reactions started to rise. Such as staring at him for more then was needed or noticing the sent of the air every time he was around.
To what Frank did admit to himself was he began to like Carl more since it all started. It was almost like their roles were switched. Now it was his turn to help the agent. Let him know what was right or wrong. Sometimes he wondered if Carl was a child himself now. Scared shitless in this new life of his. Trying to look for a way back to normal but no key to the door was given. Yet those were only two examples. The rest seemed out numbered.
Looking away from his boss, he decided to get out of bed. He could have sworn being attached to each other for too long could grow unhealthy. Getting up from the mattress as slowly as possible, he went straight for the hall way. When he got to the living room, he froze. Right in the middle of the living room was a ghost. Luckily it wasn't Laramie. The presence of Thomas made him feel immediately edged.
"Oh, hello. You must be Frank." Thomas greeted.
"And you are...Thomas." The young man stated. Looking back at him warningly.
"That I am. Last I checked." The ghost replied. Ignoring the tone of the young man's voice.
"Why are you here?" The brunette immediately asked.
Eying Frank, Thomas pressed his lips together in irritation. "Does everyone have to be so agitated when they see me?"
"I wouldn't blame them. That other ghost tried to kill me." He remarked. Still standing in the edge of the hall way.
"Which is why I'm here," Thomas informed. Ignoring Frank's tolerance all together. "There's something I need to tell you personally. Carl can't know or it will get him into danger." Forwarding his brows, Frank eyed the ghost questionably. Walking nearer to where the young man stood, Frank stood up straighter.
"Now I know there has been some set backs to the possible explanations to why I have chosen your boss to have the potion." The ghost admitted. Now looking at the blank walls. "But in the amount of time, it's only better for us to keep the information far in the long run."
"What do you plan to do?" Frank asked. Eying the ghost with both fear and sudden anger.
Looking back to the young man, Thomas allowed the silence to stretch. "It's not what we plan. It's what we wait to see. You, Carl, all of us are all on the same side of this mysterious door together. So there really is no visible answer."
"Why is your friend doing this? What is he planning?" Frank mildly gritted out.
"Okay," Thomas stated. Suddenly zooming up to stand right by the young man. "A few things to remember. 1: Since he doesn't have a brain anymore I can't read it! 2: That's why I'm here to ask a few questions to what happened! But since you're doing the Q&A I have no choice but to wait! Last but not least 3: I have to inform you that Laramie is not a forgivable man! (As you can tell!) The incident I helped tell Carl to get you away from last night has now made Laramie hungry for revenge! So I need you to start knowing what to expect yourself! The reason why your boss has to keep you close is for the bloodline! Laramie's full name is Laramie Hanratty! An ancestor of Carl! Therefore if you two stay close together that will give him a reason not to hurt you cause he obviously can't when Carl is near you!" The ghost blurted this out so fast that Frank could have sworn if he was still alive the young man would have tangled his tongue.
But as the information began to grow more clearer to his mind's eye, Frank's eyes widened. In response, Thomas nodded to make sure the young man did know he was not imagining this information.
During the rest of the morning before Carl woke, Frank informed Thomas on what happened to them yesterday. Including what has been happening for himself since he discovered Carl took the potion. It wasn't much of a surprise to learn that there would be side effects to the potion. Some included effecting the people around them by their new sent and appearance. The ghost described it to be almost a love potion to show the person that there was more to life then what they believed. Never did he come across it actually effecting someone so much. As it was imagined, Thomas kept note to see what would happen to the both of them.
As both Carl and Frank were now at the FBI headquarters once again, the brunette began debating on if he should tell his boss on the facts he was told this morning. Perhaps he was just overreacting. There was no way that the attack could happen so soon in the day. The more he thought about it, he remembered that Thomas said Laramie was a trickster ghost for a reason. Whatever that reason was, he hoped it wasn't going to backfire on him.
"Frank," Carl said.
"Hm?" Frank replied. Looking up to his boss as he tried to identify the check in front of him.
"I've been calling you to my office for the past five minutes." His boss protested.
"Sorry," The young man apologized. Was he that lost in thought?
Carl frowned by his response. "Come on," The man gestured with his arm to sit up. "I need you to look at something for me." Standing from his chair, Frank walked around his desk and into the main center of the department.
"There's this new guy who has been balancing che-" Before the agent could even finish half of his sentence, the entire department jerked. Falling to the ground, Frank almost hit his chin against Mr. Amdursky's chair if it weren't for another shake of the ground.
"Earthquake!" Mr. Marsh shouted from his office's doorway. Everyone immediately getting underneath some furniture for shelter.
Looking around, this earthquake suddenly jerked only in some places so bad that now for some unusual and unexplained reason Carl was now across the room. Some of the employees were so dumbstruck to what was happening that they could only look around their surroundings as the lights began to flicker.
"Carl!" Frank yelled across the room. Watching as the man could only stare at him from lying on the ground. Out of no where, each window's blinds fell down. The next thing Frank saw was the sky outside was completely dark. Screams and shouts were waved across the room. Unknown answers began to only make matters worse as the sounds of war started to surround the place.
"Hello Frank." A deadly voice chimed. Eying the floor, Frank's eyes only grew wider as he began to suddenly realize standing right in front of him was Laramie. Everyone's attention began to swarm over the ghost and the young man. Mr. Amdursky could only stare on in shock as the ghost forced the criminal to stand up with his rope.
"Isn't it so nice to see you again?" The ghost shouted. His eyes popping out in fury only inches from the young man's face.
"Let him go." A voice warned. Looking in the direction of his voice, both Laramie and Frank saw Carl was now standing.
"Carl." Laramie snarled. Stepping ever so closer to the man as he dragged a grunting Frank along with the rope around his neck. "How. Dare. You! Disrupt! YESTERDAY!" The ghost screeched. Anger pooling off his soul.
"Shut the fuck up!" Carl shouted back. A small silence stretched the entire room as all looked on in shock. "You let him go right now."
"Or what?" Laramie icily eyed him. One could say he was glaring by now if he had the eyelids for it.
"I'll tell everyone who you are." A voice rasped. Turning his head, Laramie now stared at Frank who looked pale. "Thom-Thomas Myr-Myrtle told me your full name!" The young man gasped. Looking back at Carl, Laramie began to cackle. It was short lived as Carl made a step closer. Immediately the ghost's attention was stolen by the man in front of him.
"Carl!" Frank gasped out. "His name is Laramie-" Before the young man could even finish his sentence, he was released from the rope. Not until he was thrown against the ground right in the middle of both Laramie and Carl. Screaming from the sudden hit against the tile, Frank turned onto his side and began coughing.
The ghost laughed as he looked at the man bellow. "I never let anyone alive say my name!" Laramie stated.
"Then there's only one other option to get you the fuck out." Carl icily glared. Challenging the skeleton for the second time since they've met.
As they stood there for several seconds, Carl made the first move by trying to run to Frank. But suddenly he was literally thrown off by the sudden wind storm Laramie created by just lifting up his arm. Falling to the floor, Carl began to try and crawl. But the more he tried the more the wind became stronger.
Caught in the middle, Frank began to have no more need to catch his breath from the strangling rope. Lifting himself up with one arm, he looked off to see his was only a good 13 away from him. As he too began to crawl, the same exact sounds they heard back at his home began blaring into the department. Louder then they have been then ever before. Matters only became worse as the employees began to protest from the noise with their own vocals.
Crawling a good 2 feet, both men found encouragement by just looking at each other and making sure that at least they were alright as much as they could be through this chaos. Closer and closer, the ghost began to scream as suddenly the agent was able to finally grab a hold of Frank's hand. Immediately there was a shift in the wind, sounds, and lighting. Each employee instantly noticing the ghost was fidgeting.
"YOU IDIOTS! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO AWAY BY STAYING CLOSE!" The skeleton cackled. Crawling on top of Frank, the agent by now didn't care if his colleagues were watching this or not. It was all for their safety as well. No matter how much embarrassment this did cost.
Both Frank and Carl began to wrap their legs and arms around each other. Spreading his legs, Frank allowed the agent to lay between him. With the sent of his boss surrounding him, the young man couldn't help but smell Carl's side burn. Looking down at the young man, he looked at him questionably before out of warning Frank sealed his lips with the agent's own.
As their lips were sealed for only a couple of seconds, it began to cause several aftermaths. Embarrassment was payed precisely to his colleagues as Mr. Amdursky, Mr. Fox, and Mr. Marsh couldn't believe their eyes. Nor could they believe the reasons why they were doing it for suddenly the noises, lighting, wind, everything began to weaken out of the ghost's control by inches.
Before anyone could prosper the win, Laramie soon made everything stronger. Causing it all to become back to what it was before the two were even close to each other. Immediately both the men felt the shift. So taking Thomas's advise, he dug his hands into Carl's hair and began to sit up. Now lying over the man. This caused the kiss to break, but soon it glued back together. His boss became stiff. Feeling Frank's lips just press delicately together lit up a strange emotion. The young man just kept pressing and pressing his lips on his. Urging him to do something.
Meanwhile, if it was possible, Laramie's eyes became bigger with anger. The sounds, wind, and lighting were just barely close to being back to normal that it caused the ghost to panic.
"STOP!" He bellowed out. Only causing the two men to separate and hover their lips over each other.
"What's wrong Laramie?" Frank asked. "Never seen two men close to each other?" With the fidgeting ghost huffing in response, the young man smirked. "Or is it because Thomas told us to do this to keep you away?" Eying the skeleton from where he lied, Frank kissed Carl once more.
"DON'T!" Laramie screeched as Frank only nudged his pelvis into Carl. Causing the agent to gasp between the kiss.
"Laramie," Frank brought to his attention. "What's the reason behind Thomas telling us to stay close? Why do we have to? I mean," Frank chuckled. "Why do you freak out especially if I touch Carl?" The young man glared. The ghost by now began shaking.
"ANSWER ME!" The brunette shouted.
"FUCK YOU FRANK!" The skeleton screeched. Suddenly he disappeared and all that was with him. Minutes later all began to look around at the damage done to the department. But for Frank, he could only look at the man bellow him whose anger was rising by the second. Shifting off of his boss, Carl immediately stood up from the ground acting as if nothing happened.
"Frank, I need to speak with you. Now." The man coldly demanded. As he himself stood up, he followed his boss back to his office. Closing the door, Carl immediately locked it and aimed a furious glare into Frank's own eyes.
"What was that?" The agent gritted.
"That was Laramie's work." Frank simply stated. Only angering his boss even more as he cornered him close to the wall.
"You know what I mean!" He yelled only inches from his face.
"Come on Carl! Just because I said a few things to make him go away does not mean it's true!" The young man protested.
"Not. That." He said with a stale tone. Raising an eyebrow, Frank could only stare at his boss as the man in speaking could only do the same.
"Why'd you do it?" Carl asked.
"I-" The young man gulped. Gazing into the other man's eyes, Frank could have sworn he saw something. Challenging him, he squinted his eyes. "Why?" The criminal paused. "Did you like it?" With his lips by the agent's ear, he whispered the next thing that debated the truth. "Or did you like it so much that you want to fuck me, Agent Carl Hanratty?" He whispered.
Catching Frank off guard, he banged the man against the wall and hungrily pressed his own lips against the other man's own. After several seconds, Frank kissed him back. Both having something inside them increase by the second. Never have they felt like this before. As it kept rising, Carl became more fierce. Pressing his entire body back into Frank like he was just meant to fit there.
The young man gasped as the sent of Carl intoxicated his vision. With a gasp escaping him, Carl took that as an advantage without any thought behind it to lodge his tongue into the young man's mouth. Immediately the criminal responded with an expected and joyful moan. Its presence surprising the both of them. Looking into Frank's eyes and the same man looking into Carl's own, his boss began making those same noises come out over and over again. Each one of them becoming louder.
A soft massaged battle of tongue started. Closing his eyes fully shut, Carl closed his eyes as well. Minutes past and soon their tongues turned into a breathy war.
Suddenly a knock demolished their ears. "Agent Hanratty!" Mr. Marsh called. Knocking once again. Only this time did it follow a hand fiddling with the locked doorknob.
Realization began to build as to what they were doing. Pulling away from the wall, Carl stood in the middle of his office watching how the young man he chased for several years was breathing heavily from his effect. By his doing. His story was no different. As his lips were especially swollen and wanting more. But his mind screamed this could never continue. He was so torn between his body's needs, his mind's screams, and the breathing of the man right in front of him that his boss didn't even have to knock three times before he stormed out of his office and right past the man in speaking.
Looking back at Carl's retreating back, Mr. Marsh could only comprehend the expression of bafflement as he then turned his head to face the inside of the agent's office.
"What was that?" The Assistant Director asked.
Frank could only scoff from the frustration that he was now in. Leaning off the wall, he exited the room. But not before looking at Mr. Marsh. "That," He signified with his finger to what had just exited the entire department. "Was Agent Carl Hanratty and his wrath." The young man stated. Looking in the direction the man went with an edged air. Just as he was about to follow the said agent, the other man grabbed a hold of his shoulder.
"Mr. Abagnale," Mr. Marsh beckoned. "What the hell is going on?" Looking at the man standing there in by his side, the brunette could only chuckle in response.
"Frank," The man warned. Holding both of his shoulders now to gain the younger man's full attention. "Who's Laramie and what else did Thomas tell you?" With no explanation, the criminal's eyes began to role in the back of his head as he was gulped into unconsciousness. Causing the Assistant Director to have to catch the man as he fell straight into his arms.
"Someone get me security!" Mr. Marsh demanded.
Walking in the middle of the hallway, Agent Carl Hanratty's breath hitched. Almost loosing his balance, a great pain stirred from within his stomach to his chest. His senses were going off like dynamites. Nothing could describe this feeling. He honestly could say that he has never felt something this strong in his life. Just the thickness alone made him have the urge to cough hysterically. Looking up, he did not realize he was bending over. Revelation roared into his mind as he saw the Janitor's Closet. Immediately he ran the short distance to it. Opening the door, he slammed it shut behind himself.
"Shit!" He breathed. Something defiantly wasn't right as just the distance triggered it to become bigger. Without warning, realization hit before panic did. Looking up at the ceiling, he closed his eyes and began to say something he hoped was going to work.
"Thomas Myrtle." He whispered. Over and over again. Not before long the ghost appeared beside him.
"What?" The ghost harshly whispered.
"What's happening? I can't breathe!" He tried to say to the ghost but all he could do was gasp.
"Slow down Carl, just tell me what you said by thought. Breathe!" Thomas assured the agent. As the ghost read the exact words he said with a few curses here and there, he looked at Carl with widened eyes.
"What?" The agent asked. Noticing this immediately.
"This wasn't suppose to happen." The ghost said with an eery tone.
"For what?" The agent coughed. Leaning up against the door. Matters only seemed to be growing more unusual as he began to sweat.
"Carl, I need you to listen to me as best as you can!" The ghost urgently said. Now only inches from his face. The older man could only respond with a cough.
"What you are experiencing is a fatal transfusion!" The ghost explained. "The potion you took is a sensitive thing within itself. Making it so the contents were trying to become stronger."
"Fuck Thomas! What are you trying to say?" Carl pleaded. Sweat now effecting his business wear.
"It fused with Frank's own DNA, Carl! Along with the man himself! He is now...Oh no...That must mean-" Before he could even finish his own words, the agent collapsed onto the ground. With the effect touching a mop, the janitor's supplies started to fall onto Carl if it weren't for the ghost's hands to not stop them from falling but of them to fall around him.
At that exact moment, Mr. Fox was walking in the hall when he heard the tumbling of supplies in the Janitor's Closet. Eying the door once again, he saw the light was on and a dark spot by the door. For a moment he decided to forget what he just saw until he heard a gasp on the other side. Walking over to it suspiciously, he opened the door to be met with some stuff falling past the door frame in the process. His eyes widened to what just who was inside the room.
"Agent Hanratty!" Mr. Fox said in surprise. "What in God's name are you-" He was cut off by the sight of the man's eyes. "Doing." The man trailed. For the taller man's irises frighteningly were a deep purple. Backing away from the door frame, he began to run back towards the department.
"I'll be right back!" He called back to the agent.
"-I don't know what's wrong! He won't wake up!" Mr. Marsh blurted out. Security guards, Mr. Amdursky, and other agents had been standing around the young man on the floor and in the Assistant Director's arms for the past 5 minutes. Running back into the department, Mr. Fox went straight over to the group.
"Mr. Marsh, sir!" He beckoned.
"What?" His boss eyed him.
"I think you need to come with me," Mr. Fox advised. "It's Agent Hanratty-"
Before Mr. Fox could have his sentence completed, a thick gasp came out the man Mr. Marsh held. What made everyone around the young man disturbed was the widened eyes of his were now a bright green.
To Be Continued...