Freefall-Book One

Chapter Eleven-Matt

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 Chapter Eleven-Matt

                I’m cold, so cold.

                And it’s dark, but I learned not to be afraid of the dark when I was smaller.  But I can’t help but be afraid of it right now; it’s so dark.  I can’t see the moon, but I can feel the cement underneath me.  They won’t even let me touch the Earth.  Maybe I’m dead or something.  I mean, it can happen, right?  You die and heaven isn’t what you thought it was going to be.  But I always thought dead people couldn’t feel anything, and I feel a lot right now.  I feel so cold, and so hungry, and I’m wet and sticky.  But the sticky is just blood.  Maybe when that angry man beat me, I died, and here, in heaven, I’m sticky because I haven’t realized I’m dead yet.  Maybe once I realize that I really am dead, I won’t be sticky anymore, and I won’t feel anything anymore.  Just light, and free, and…dead.

                What do they want from me?  I don’t know, but that angry guy is back again, and he just looks and feels so angry.  I know that he hates me, and feels sorry for me at the same time, but his Alpha is a bad guy.  I know that he had a different Alpha named Dominic before Nickolas, but he was a bad guy, too.  Anger, too much anger!  Walls and walls and walls of anger.  Nothing but anger coming off him in waves, and I can’t read a single thought that crosses his mind.  Too many walls and too much anger!

                “What do you want?”

                “Me?  Damn, kid, I don’t want a thing from you.  It’s not me who wants anything.  Just the Alpha and he always gets what he wants.  I’m sorry, I really am, but I don’t know what to tell you kid, except that I’m glad I’m not you.”

                “Why?”

                “Because your Alpha, well, he made a big mistake, and we’re coming for him.”

                “Oh.”

                Poor Kristopher.  He’s probably worried about me, but he shouldn’t be.  I’m strong, just like him.  I’m strong…

                “Kris?” 

                “No.  He didn’t want you back.  He chose that bitch over you.”

                “No, he didn’t.  I know him, but he didn’t choose.  He’s coming for me.”

                “That’s a sad thing to hope for.  He shouldn’t have chosen her.  She’s just a bitch, like her mother before her.  Now, her father, he had something that even I respect.”

                “Love?”

                “Love?  Really?  No, power.  He had raw power, but he wasn’t the best, and when a challenge rolled around, he didn’t hesitate to accept.  Too cocky.  Too sure.  He died, to say the least.”

                “He still had love.”

                “Love isn’t going to help you, Matthew.  Love won’t stop my men from beating you, or killing you.  I can, if you agree to help me.”

                “I don’t want to.  You’re a bad person, and I don’t help bad people.”

                “Suit yourself.  Richard, send in some of your personal friends to see to our guest.  I’m sure he and I will come to an understanding soon.”

                “Yes, Alpha.”  He looks a little sorry.  But not too much.  Not too many walls that I don’t know he’ll enjoy watching this.  He likes blood to much not to.

                Not dead yet, but that’d be nice.  But I’m strong…Kris says I’m the strongest kid he knows.  Maybe emotionally, but physically, I’m just as weak as anybody else.  I wish I were stronger.  But I’m not going to bow down to him, he’s so mean.  No, I’m not going to bow; I’m strong...

                I’m so tired, I just want to sleep.  One little nap won’t hurt, will it?