Nightshade

Nathan - Vacation

Raguel's face might be a scary sight to some. Carved smile scars, rope burn scars on the throat, he'd tried to kill himself and hurt himself countless times, but something kept bringing him back. But to Nathan, he was... lovely. A truly unique being in a faceless crowd. He found that it was nice talking to him, even if he was a bit too serious for him when he was... well, in contact with reality. But thankfully for Nathan, the man practically lived on drugs and psychosis. He'd had a pretty rough go of it, being born to a crackhead mother and a deadbeat dad, and abandoned by his grandparents once his mom took custody again. Apparently he had a brother, but thanks to his highschool experience, his brother had all but cut him off. They still talked, and from what he heard, his brother was a cold, unfeeling man a couple years older than him, and he liked his companions similarly cold. He may be dead inside, but he preferred his... "partners" dead on the outside as well. In any case, in highschool he joined a cultish friend group loaded with sexual, Physical, and Mental abuse, and despite his rough childhood, that's where he really cracked. One day, after months on boards leading him ever further into the darkness of himself, he snapped, killing and eating his so-called "best friend", a fellow transgender man that had manipulated and used him till he lost all sense of self without the other to cling to. Ever since that first bite of human flesh, he said, he felt himself changing. Becoming something... other. His emotions ever more overwhelmingly strong, and his convictions growing as well. He turned to a unique cocktail of drugs, murder, and self harm to cope with it, and one day, they had met on an image board that Nathan had joined on a whim. They shared images of a recent kill of each of theirs, then got to talking. It was nice for Nathan, someone he could really talk to about his less surface level thoughts, about morality and gods and the overall hypocrisy of the world. And when they finally met up, Nathan lost control, and killed him. Or so he thought, but the man suddenly awoke a mile away, the corpse he was consuming vanishing into thin air. Finally, he had met someone he couldn't kill. And the man didn't hold it against him, but he came back over and over, beating and wearing Nathan down, and though he nearly killed Nathan just to show he could, when they both lay together, panting, they found each others embrace. It wasn't love that they shared, it was something far more primal. Connection. Eventually, after a year longer of talking and trying to figure out where they lied with the other, they bought a cabin, and each brought a person to have a fun hunt with. A weekend they had every year, where they could truly let themselves be seen. They talked, fucked, ate, and killed to their hearts content, and then simply... went their seperate ways, back to their seperate lives, once again only talking through anonymous talk boards online. But finally, that special time of year came again, and Nathan had planned to bring two victims, as raguel hadn't managed to bag one, though as Nathan's victims this year had decided not to play nice, one was dead already. Raguel lounged on the couch, half nude, his heavily scarred legs on casual display as Nathan finished waking up Gabriel, who was tied to a pole they had installed in the living room. "Heyyy pal! Wakey wakey!" Gabriel groaned and looked up at the two, fear and rage filling his eyes. "Y- you fucker! Where the fuck is my wife?!" Nathan chuckled and slapped him lightly, then tousled his pink hair. "Oh, she's... hanging around.." He laughed and raguel watched interestedly from the couch. "So, I gotta ask. Was that little stunt you two planned or was it just, I dunno, a fun idea?" He spit in Nathan's face, and he laughed, wiping the spit off with his hand, then rubbing it on Gabriel's neck. "Fiesty. Still didn't answer my questionnn" Nathan laughed and grabbed the man's little finger. "One more chance to answer till I start bending things ways they weren't meant to." The man breathed more quickly "what the fuck are you? You should be dead!" Nathan clucked and with barely any force, broke the others pinkie, a sickening crack sounding, and his scream filled the room, sending a little light through rag's eyes. "I really recommend you cooperate, I have nothing to lose here, I'm simply curious. You on the other hand, will die much less painfully and more quickly the more you behave." Nathan chuckled as the man swore and tears poured down his cheeks "l-look me and louisa just do this shit to keep the spark ok? It wasn't personal! Just let us go and we'll go our seperate ways, one killer respecting another!" Nathan ran a hand down the man's trembling chest, resting over his rapidly beating heart. "Well ya see, I really can't do that." "P- please i won't tell anyone, I don't even know where this place is or anything!" Nathan let out an inhuman laugh "no no, you misunderstood. It isn't because I'm scared of you yapping to the wrong person, I could handle that. No, I'm afraid it's because your sweet lover is somewhat shishkabobbed on a tree, and because you're the weekends entertainment!" The man's face drained of color "l-louisa... is..." Nathan patted the man's head. "Yep! Now we're getting some gears turning, aren't we! Shouldn't have tried such a bold stunt on me, just a bad choice in target I'm afraid." Raguel stood and walked over, loosely ringing his arms over Nathan's shoulders, looking deep into the despairing man's eyes, seeming to feed on the emotion. "...How does it feel? To know that the only person you truly had a connection with is gone, and all that awaits you is misery? That you'll never get a second chance?" Nathan chuckled and the man began to sob more openly. Raguel watched silently for a moment, taking in the wordless response. "How... eloquent. Nate?" Nathan looked back up at the other "yeah?" "Let's do some more... bending." Nathan chuckled "ah, sorry gabrielboy, tonight I'm an instrument, so I gotta do what I'm told." He began to break more bones and they spent hours, slowly reducing the man that once seemed so vibrant into a bloody hunk of meat.

After a while, they lay, panting, both having eaten their fill of the man and fucked each other's brains out, and Nathan lay panting on the bloody bearhide carpet with raguel languishing on his chest. "So... here's a topic we haven't touched on in a while. God(s), whatcha think of em?" Nathan looked down at the other laying on him. Rag shut his eyes. "I don't know... sometimes, I think I am one. Or becoming one. All I was told growing up were myths and legends of long dead gods of long dead civilizations. Well that and the obvious beloved 'sky daddy'" Nathan laughed a bit, having to compose himself before responding. "You know, it's funny. I'm more like that guy than any Christian is. The abrahamic God is just a guy with too much power and ego for his own good, and he fuckin loves flexing it on the poor little fuckers he claims to have created. Every benevolent action simply an act to bring himself more praise, and every wrathful or gleeful slaughter a response to those creations not giving him enough praise and dedication. You, I don't know. A god? Of what?" Raguel shrugged and rolled over, looking into the others eyes. "Passion... conviction... desire..." Nathan smirked "you murderous little twink. Careful your head still fits through the door." He leaned in and kissed him passionately. "I think I give you too much praise pal." He chuckled and got up, heading to the kitchen for a couple cokes for the two of them, trailing bloody footprints the whole way.