Their Satanic Majesties - The Rolling Stones

Katochí

Sounds of wind blowing hard against the windows was heard through the whole house, the blizzard having grown worse as the third day proceeded.

Brian hadn't left his room for a whole day, Charlie having to keep an eye on him as he was still coughing up copious amounts of blood. Nothing happened much of that day, Mick and Keith not even being home. It was a very slow day.

Charlie had a chair pulled up beside Brian's bed, his hand rested on the man's forehead of which was burning hot. He had to wipe the blood running from his nose multiple times, the blonde being much too weak to even sit up. It wasn't a good situation at all.

It was at night that the brown headed man was almost asleep, resting his forehead on his arm with the other hand resting on Brian's chest. As he was almost dozed off entirely, he slowly came to realise that there were whispers. More specifically, the whispers of his friend.

"Occidere eos, occidere eos, occidere eos..." The man mumbled as he blankly stared up at the ceiling, the language being nothing Charlie could recognise.

"...Brian?" He groggily asked, looking over at him. A loud shattering noise was the suddenly heard followed by a strong gust of wind, shards of a mirror adjacent to the bed being smashed to pieces without anything hitting it. Charlie's eyes widened, looking at the now destroyed mirror then back at Brian, of whom had his hands over his eyes.

"Tha se skotóso, tha se skotóso, tha se skotóso..." He repeated over and over again before the brown haired man grabbed his arm to which he let out a shriek.

"O Theós na sósei eména! Let go of ME!" Brian screamed and some unseen force knocked him right off his feet, releasing his grip on his arm as he fell backwards completely. That was when Bill swung the door open, seeing what was going on.

"What the fuck is going on?!" The raven haired man yelled, going over to Charlie and trying to wake him up. "Brian, what the hell did you do?!"

"Relinquo..." He murmured, moving his hands back over his eyes as he continued to speak that word over and over again. Bill narrowed his eyes, tugging Charlie up and standing.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but you seriously need to cool out." Bill spoke flatly, Brian slowly looking at him with a totally dead look in his eyes.

"I said get out." The blonde instructed, something being very, very off about his voice. His eyes widened and stumbled a bit, suddenly feeling very light headed but brushing it off as he hurried out of that room.

Bill heard the front door opening, quickly setting Charlie down against a wall before rushing down the stairs.

"Keith?! Mick?!" The dark haired man yelled as he finished the last three steps, seeing the two just getting inside.

"What, what's wrong?" Mick asked, raising an eyebrow as he was a bit confused now.

"Brian, there's something wrong with Brian and he's gone and knocked Charlie out. That mirror in his room is shattered and nothing hit it, I don't know what happened." He shakily explained, Keith's eyes widening and bolting right past him mid sentence.

The bedroom door opened and Keith ran to the bed, grabbing 'Brian' by his shirt collar.

"Brian, explain yourself, now." He lowly spoke as he drew him a bit closer to his face, the blonde slowly opening his eyes. There was no response for a moment as his light eyes went from full of terror to something almost inhuman.

"I didn't do anything." Brian stated flatly, a small and almost innocent smile forming on his face. "Although...I could do something if you don't get back out there with those two friends of yours. Be a shame if something...hmm, fell on them?"