Feathered Friend

Chapter 2

~ Burn – The Cure

He didn't come back. So why have I?

Justice? What a crock. Like really, what can I do about the assholes who killed us? It should have been Scott who came back to avenge us. Seeing his huge, zombie or whatever the hell I am, creature coming at you from beyond the grave would have been spectacularly terrifying. At least I think so. Some freaky makeup and some ragged deadman clothes and even those fuckers would have been scared. But me? How am I going to find them? Take revenge on them? Make them feel the fear that Scott and I felt? The pain, the agony, the violation?

My eyes suddenly blacked out on me and I fell to my knees while my Guide spoke to me.

"I'll explain everything, show you what to do, where to go. You will see what I see, know what I know. You will understand what you have been returned to achieve. You only have a short time to accomplish everything though."

"Why?" I asked.

"Bringing a soul back to set the balance in the scales is draining. I can only guide you for so long. Once you begin completing your task it will become easier for me to keep you here in this plane of existence. Until you follow the light back to your Love, you need to keep your eye on the prize. Kill them, scare the shit out of them and then kill them all."

Well... alrighty then.

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One year ago...

Scott and I were finally saying 'I do'. The date was one of those things that we had been planning for months. Both of us were so busy with our music, our YouTube presence and touring. Sometimes it was hard to remember our wedding was coming up so quickly. We were all set for a huge wedding, our friends and family were all coming. The ceremony was happening in the same venue as the reception. Our Celebrant was so cute, she was desperately happy for us and kept checking in on us every day. I began expecting her calls and would begin to worry if she rang later than midday.

She was older so I chose to believe people like Scott and I were surrogate children she lived vicariously through. She made a point of kissing our cheeks every time she saw us and it was charming.

The actual wedding was amazing. Everyone was so happy for us. The booze was flowing, the food was divine, we danced until our feet were sore and then we went up to our room. It was the Presidential Suite, a huge soundproof suite that was filled with flowers and had Champagne on ice waiting for us to arrive. When we got to the room Scott lifted me up into his arms like I was as light as a feather and I clasped my hands around his neck, laughing as I did so. He carried me over the threshold and strode commandingly to our marriage bed before letting me slowly slide down his chest so my feet touched the floor in front of it.

I was already turned on by his obvious strength and it was plain to me that Scott was turned on too. When he let my feet settle he leaned in towards me and claimed my lips with his own.

Kissing Scott was a revelation, each time those soft lips pressed against mine. Every time it was so strange to me that such soft looking lips could be hard and demanding against my own before they turned pliable and melted into my returning kiss. The last night we were together was magic until it was hell on earth and then it was just nothingness.

Until now.