Fire and Ice

Chapter Two

"Hey Louis" a deep, towering voice said. Louis began to tremble"I said hey Louis!" It screamed as Louis began to run and run his heart racing"Come back here you disgusting faggot" the voice snarled at Louis as he ran, sweat pouring out of his pores down his face."you can run queer but I will find you" the voice said, as Louis felt his skin prick with the feeling of numbness as all his hairs stood on his back. His breathing was ragged as he heard another voice, but it was a gentle voice, soft and kind.

"Louis Louis" it cried out" Louis make it stop please for gods sake Louis" the voice cried out but it wasn't a harsh cry, it was gentle, almost eery. "Louis help me he's got me he's got me" the voice screamed. "Ill find him too" the voice bellowed"Louis!!" Said the gentle voice as he heard the tearing of flesh.

Louis jerked out of bed. Beads of sweat were running into his eyes. "Oh my god" he breathed out, panting. Louis had been dreaming, hadn't he? It all seemed so real, so vivid in his memory. He got up to get a cup of water. As he walked to get the cup, he felt chills all over his hot and sweaty body. That wasn't a dream, that was real Louis thought as he went numb. He didnt want to think about it. Not now.

He walked back over to the bed, throwing himself face first into the hard mattress. He let out a deep, raspy moan as he tried to block the thoughts he so desperately wanted to forget.

He lay there for what seemed like years before he finally gave up on the idea of sleep. He got up and slipped in his sweats, waking over to grab his laptop from his bag. Pulling it out he decided to do a little research on this job offering he had taken earlier the day before.

He googled the address and clicked on the first result. He furrowed his eyebrows. There really was no background on this place.

Louis sighed. He did kind of want to know about the job before he took it, but for some reason he didn't push it. He sat down at the small corner desk and started to fill out his application.

It was the usual questions and Louis answered them well. He had been fairly smart in school and had always had a good work ethic so he really didn't see how he couldn't get the job.

He got up and walked back over to the bed. He turned the TV on. Louis hated the silence. It was like the silence screamed at him, reminded him of those terrifyingly real memories. The silence gave Louis chills. He hated it. He turned the volume up.

Louis woke up to the sunshine shining brightly through the window. Louis sighed as he remembered where he was. Sleep was the only time Louis could get some kind of relief from the thoughts, but now even his dreams were getting clogged with the memories of the devastating past he'd experienced.

He stretched and got up. He decided he wasn't really in the mood to clean up so he just brushed his teeth and tucked his hair into his gray beanie. Slipping on his warm coat, he walked down stairs and out the heavy door into the cold November air.

Louis thought he probably should have fixed himself up. After all, he was trying to get a job and first impressions are everything, but he just wasn't in the mood and lately, Louis was experiencing that particular mood more and more often, to the point where he just wanted to lye in bed and cry all day.

Louis walked down the snow covered sidewalk. It had snowed the night before, but nothing major just a dusting. None the less, Louis still found it a quite picturesque little city.

He walked down to the store where the tall curly haired guy was waiting, twirling a pencil between his fingers. The store really never got costumers Louis had observed that quite easily.

"Hey Harry" Louis said, startling Harry. Louis couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Ugh hey Louis um" Harry stumbled as he tried to catch the papers he almost dropped. "Damn you've gotta stop sneaking up on me like that man" Harry said letting out a deep laugh.

Louis walked over to the counter Harry was standing behind and handed him the application. "Here I filled out the ugh application" Louis said suddenly noticing small marks all over Harry. He quickly looked away, not wanting to stare. Harry seemed to notice Louis had seen but he didn't say anything.

"Ugh so I'm just gonna hand this over to the manager and she will give you a call if you uh" Harry said suddenly looking away from Louis. "If you uh meet the requirements" Harry said looking off somewhere Louis couldn't tell where though.

"Um well thanks Harry" Louis said moving toward the door." Hey uh Louis you wouldn't I mean" Harry stumbled "will you help me move some boxes" Harry asked lolling at the floor like he was ashamed. "Yeah of course" Louis said. He honestly didn't mind, he had nothing else to do anyway, plus Harry seemed like he'd make a good friend.

Harry opened the door to a small, dark room. He flicked the light on and Louis saw what looked like a thousand cardboard boxes. "What's all this for" he asked bending down to pick up some" Dianne, she's the manger, she uh I guess" Harry did that stumbling thing again "I guess she just likes them" Harry made a face like he just gave the stupidest response ever. Louis stopped himself from laughing.

Louis carried out about half the boxes before Harry stopped him. "I think that'll do it" he said "Does your arm hurt?" Louis asked as Harry rubbed his arm, the sleeve of his sweater moving up to expose small dots covering his arm"Yeah I uh" he trailed off again. Louis noticed he did this every time he talked." I hit it last night on the uh" he was thinking really hard, Louis could tell. On the uh cash register" Harry said looking away from Louis. Louis just over looked Harrys obvious stories, not thinking anything of it.

"Well thanks for helping me Louis I appreciate that" Harry said as Louis was grabbing his coat to leave. "Yeah no problem man" Louis said, giving Harry a smile. Harry looked away, instantly Louis felt uncomfortable "uh well ill see you around" Louis said, quickly leaving the shop.

He stepped out into the cold, snowy air. The snow was pouring down now and Louis was freezing. He walked back to the hotel as fast as he could. When he got there he couldn't fell his fingers because of the cold.

He warmed up next to the small radiator in his room, slipping his beanie off and laying on the bed, he suddenly had the urge to throw up. The bumps on Harrys skin, the scar like spots, what were they? He thought to himself. He shook his head and piled out his laptop. He searched google. He clicked on a small web link and waited.

Louis had no idea why he was searching this, let alone why he was so interested in the boy at the store.

Louis went white when he saw the results. He covered his mouth whispering "oh my god."