All Angel, No Wings

All Angel, No Wings (Ch. 14)

Chapter Fourteen

Everything I want, is everything you are. ~Source Unknown

Sammy jumped up, nearly falling off of the couch in the process. So, who cared? He was too freaked out.

            It was just a dream. Okay. Just a horrible dream. Nathan wasn’t a demon, there was no tunnel of fire, Sammy was peacefully dreaming the whole time. Right?

            Lightening struck the outside, making him jump again. Oh no, lightning? Out of all the storm possibilities, it had to be lightning? Sammy didn’t really mind lightning too much. It was dangerous, and deadly, and could kill you on the spot, but Sammy was usually safe when it appeared. He wasn’t afraid of that. It wasn’t as bad as –

            The thought vanished as thunder boomed overhead. Crap, thunder? Sammy’s worst fear? Yeah, it was an irrational fear for a boy Sammy’s age, but it wasn’t the thunder itself. It was the meaning behind it. Especially bad thunder storms. Almost as if the sky, or whatever land above, was mad? Like they wanted to kill people? And, with thunder came lightning, electrical fires, and rain, which caused floods. But thunder, oh, thunder was the real perpetrator.

            He whimpered as another bout of thunder shook the house, followed by lightning so close, Sammy swore it hit the back yard. He dove for the couch and safely planted himself on it. It was going to be okay, as long as he didn’t think about it.

            Another crash, only this time, Sammy tried to control his shaking as he covered his ears. Violent storms were the worst, and for a kid that grew up with violence, feared and hated it, it made it ten times worse. Why, of all the nights, did thunder have to awaken him?

            He asked that himself, trying again to block out the noise. Nothing would help, though. No matter what he did, he could still hear it, the viciousness of it all. He could still feel the vibrations as it tried desperately to get in the house and claim him.

            Enough thinking that! He mentally slapped himself. He decided maybe TV would get his mind off of the storm. Where was the remote though? After about a minute of searching, he remembered Nathan had no TV, so hence, no remote. He reluctantly slumped back onto the couch.

            Wait, food? Was he hungry? The growl his stomach produced answered for him, and he got up, practically sprinting to the kitchen in the process. He got there in record time, opening the fridge. And… nothing. No light came from the little bulb. It took him all of two seconds to realize the power must’ve been out. Great, just perfect. What was he supposed to do then?

            In the back of his mind, it occurred to him that he was in his boyfriend’s house, and he always felt safer around Nathan anyway, but he didn’t want to bother the slumbering boy. Besides, that nightmare he had royally spooked him to bits. But, maybe…

            No time to react, thunder crashed yet again, and sent Sammy sprawling, running full fledged out of the kitchen and down the hall, to Nathan’s room. He wasted no time slamming open the door and jumping on the bed, sleeping form or no sleeping form.

            Nathan groaned at the sudden pressure, though not that much, still enough force to knock the wind out of himself. Who the fuck would do that? He squinted in the darkness, but there was no need. He instantly picked up Sammy’s frantic heart beat. “Sammy?” He asked groggily, trying to wake up.

            “Nathan?” Sammy whimpered, unable to keep the terror from his voice.

            In almost an instant Nathan was upright and alert, “What’s wrong? Who hurt you?”