🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Dead Man Walking

Zeke always had a scar on his wrist. A small, cute little scar. It was why he always wore something over his wrist to hide it. It was the one thing about him that you still didn't know. Or, the one thing that he kept from you.

Every time you asked him what had happened, he would say the same thing, "I don't know" or "I don't remember," You knew damn well that he remembered.. but why was he hiding it from you?

Even weirder was the fact that it seemed to change sizes.. When the two of you were about to go to sleep, you would trace over the little scar on his wrist. It was small enough to be hidden with a slightly thick bracelet. But then that one time that that crazy bitch snuck into Cam's house and stabbed Zeke, the scar.. You looked at it for one second, and you swore that it was at least three times bigger.

Or when he would vent to you about his abandonment issues he had gotten from his mother leaving.. It was smaller. It would constantly change sizes. And that wasn't the only strange thing about him. Zeke was always cold. Unnaturally cold. You could put a hundred blankets on him, cuddle up right next to him, and he could still be cold by the next morning.

After you lay in a bed for a while, or heck even the cold floor, your body heat starts to heat up the area.. but not with Zeke. His side of the bed was always cold, regardless of if he had gotten up five minutes ago, or five hours ago.

In all of the years that you had known Zeke, it had been common knowledge that he was especially talented in the bodily kinesthetic aspect. Sports were kinda his thing. He could play just for fun, but never devoted actual time to it.

"If I start doing my hobbies seriously, then I'll start hating them." He would explain to coach Gregor every time he would try to recruit Zeke for a school sport.

Yet, even with all of his talent, he would still have moments in time in which he his coordination with his body would fail. He would tell his brain to do something, and his body wouldn't do it. It was really awkward sometimes.. but it was really weird.

It was so weird.. Before you really couldn't place what it was, but after Keyon had confessed things about all the abnormals, you couldn't help but think what Zeke's abnormality was. He had explained Cam's, but that still didn't answer why Zeke was immune to the stab. Sure, he would argue that he didn't actually get stabbed, but you knew otherwise. You saw him get stabbed. And yet, no wound? Not even a flinch.

You traced over the little scar over his wrist. The TV was an afterthought at this point. You had even forgotten that you were laying on the couch, on top of Zeke. All that was important was the sound of his heartbeat, and the calming sensation that tracing over that little scar brought you.

"I'm not hungry... and not bored... but I still want to munch on something. I'm gonna make some popcorn, okay?" He said, more than asked. It was more of a warning that he was going to get up.

You groaned, but still let him go from underneath you.

Zeke was a bit of a nudist. Of course he wasn't walking around naked, but he might as well be. You never new somebody could hate clothes so much, until you started living with Zeke. He would walk around in underwear all the time, no shame as to who sees him whatsoever.

Not that you were complaining.. The more to see, the less to leave up to the imagination. But that also let you.. familiarize yourself with the little marks all over Zeke's body that made Zeke.. Zeke. Everybody has imperfections that are hidden by everyday clothes. Stretch marks, moles, scars, freckles, etc. etc... Zeke had moles, scattered all over his back that you liked to connect with your fingertips when he was laying on his stomach, with his back was up to you.

But what was never on his back, was the set of small scars there...

"Zeke.. Are you okay?" You asked when you spotted it.

"Yeah? Are you?" He asked confused as to why he wouldn't be okay.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

"No? Babe, are you okay? Like seriously, are you?" With every question he was more and more confused.

"Zeke, what is up with all those scars on your back?"

"Scars? On my back.. No, I only have the one on my wrist."

"Turn around-" He did so, but you quickly regretted asking. "Holy fuck."

"What?"

"It's bruised... Your back is full of scars and bruises."

"Babe, this isn't funny."

"I'm not joking, go look in the mirror." But as he turned away, the scars and bruises started to fade away, as quickly as they had appeared, not before Zeke was able to get a glace at the last of the disappearing bruises.

"Hey, what the fuck. That's weird."

"Huh, no kidding," You said sarcastically.

What the fuck was he? Small little cuts and bruises, that just disappeared like that? Abnormally cold body temperature? What the hell. Those little scars that appeared on his back kinda resembled little shards of glass digging into someone's skin..

A couple minutes later, and after a consistent noise of the popcorn well.. popping, Zeke was back. Of course to him it didn't matter if he just discovered that he had many small cuts and bruises appearing all over his body, he was still gonna eat first.

"I honestly.. Wish I had an answer for whatever the fuck it was you just saw, but... I'm just as lost as you are." He said in between bites.

"Yeah, no, I get it.. I mean Keyon gave us a lead as to what Cameron was, but not you."

"So, you think is part of my abnormality, or something?"

"I mean, I don't think it'd be too far fetched to assume so. Now we just need to go to someone.. Anyone who might know something." You quickly went through a selection of people who might be good candidates to ask.

"Babe, is it really that serious? Like all we saw was the scars and the bruises, but really I didn't feel anything."

"That's the problem, Zeke. You didn't feel anything. You didn't feel anything when you were literally stabbed, and don't say you weren't because I saw it clear as day, with my own eyes." Sometime was up with Zeke, maybe it was his abnormality, and even if it was, you needed answers.

As your mind flipped through the obvious answer of Keyon, you quickly realized that Zeke wouldn't be too happy to have any sort of interaction with him. Not after the last time y'all spoke to him.

So who was there to turn to?

"Hell, she even drove him to school one day while she was under. And they got into a terrible wreck . And that's when I knew it couldn't be like that anymore. It was the last straw. And as soon as she signed her end of the divorce she vanished."

Why? Why was this coming back to your head now? Was Greg the best option? Zeke wasn't going to like it, that was for sure. But.. He didn't have to know.

"Look, I promise, I'll keep an eye out for something like that, okay? I love you, you dork." He said, as he signaled for you to scoot over so he could have his spot back. You did so, and let him get nice and comfy once more before climbing right on top of him again.

"Alright.. I love you too." It was painful. You did love Zeke, more than you ever loved anybody in your entire life.. But now, as you were tracing that lovely little scar on his wrist, rather than bringing a calming sensation, it was now filled with the knots of betrayal.

Something was wrong with Zeke, and you were going to find out what. And if that meant that you had to break into the school again, or speak to Greg, you were going to do it all.