A/N Sorry last chapter was so bad, I feel bad for making you go through that
Marcel's POV
"Why the fuck did you tell him?" Troye yelled at me, shaking the room. His voice echoed through the ground until there was a firm knock at the door, as soon as it opened I backed away.
"What do you mean?" Lucifer's voice boomed, getting hold of Troye's jumper, a reflection of the angered mans eyes. Troye shot a glare at me, his black wings rapidly shaking. He did not answer, though a few seconds after he knew that was a mistake.
"What. Do. You. Mean?" His grip got tighter on Troye, and I almost felt bad but he was the one who knew Lucifer would do this, as he was the one what said it.
"Marcel visited one of his idiot friends on Earth and talked to him" Troye spilled to the Prince. He dropped the small Australian onto the hard wooden floor and came over to me, he did not touch me though. He had better knowledge and common sense for that. Troye would be the only one who would come close.
"For fucks sake, you were nearly free, instead of getting isolated again we will have to try another way to get into your fucked up brain!" Well that's just perfect, isolation is the worst time of my two years here, although I have been there most weeks. It is were you get locked up in a black room with a glass roof were all the birds feed from, which is a deafening sound, and you have one of them of water bottles you give to pets on the side of their tank, but it is about 2ft tall and that had to last you a week, then the food was a loaf of bread; that made one bird break the glass last time. If you were in there for less than a week you were given nothing at all.
"I am sorry, I am sorry I broke my freedom but fuck it, Lucy, I think helping my friend is more important, so fuck you if you call that a sin, you are a fucking sin, that's why you're a prince of this fucking shit hole, everyone thinks Hell is the worst place to go when they die, and they are all fucking right, you and the other 6 just make this place unbearable to live, luckily no ones living here, we're all dead so nothing you do can kill me more than I already am" I scream, making sure he soaks up everything I just said to him. He stood still for about a minute so I decided to. I ran straight to the way out, I heard good prints behind me and smelt Troye's after shave.
I quickly ran into the closest teleporter and put in Louis' address, Troye doesn't know about Louis. Well anyone, except Harry; I had told him many stories about him. It took a couple of minutes to get there like always but I soon landed in the normally empty spare bedroom but this time I could sense someone's presence.
"What the fuck?" A males voice echoed through my brain. Dear Lord I love that voice. I stepped out of the shining light, humans couldn't see the rest of it as in was made from ultraviolet light that is something useful when it comes to being near humans.
"Harry its back!" He shouted to my brother. Jealousy fled through my veins. Why was he here? He should not be here. He hated Louis two years ago and now they are living with each other, fuck them. Harry walked in with just a towel around his hips, too low for my opinion.
"What is it, Lou" What did he just say? Lou! That was my nickname, that prick. I decided to just watch then fuck them up.
"Harry," Louis started not taking his eyes of that light, "I don't know and I am kind of worried this is happening in my house!" You could see the panic in all his features. I wanted to appear, I really did, reassure them nothing bad is happening, although I decided against it quickly. Lucifer's voice bounced around my head, 'instead of getting isolated again we will have to try another way to get into your fucked up brain!' I knew this meant being electrocuted, or death. Yes, death. I lied when I spoke to them. You can kill the non-living easily, by burning them. Burning their souls until there is nothing. This has only happened twice in the past. To Thomas Baker and Christian James, everyone in Heaven and Hell know about both of them, their dead souls on display in the isolation centre playing their dark memories to everyone, when I was in there that was keeping me sane, hearing these two mens stories, remembering them as they echoed around the lonely room.
Now that could be me, my soul projecting my secrets. All my thoughts and feelings since I could think, all my childhood memories, the shooting, the bulling, the beatings, the funerals, everything what happened in the fucked up thing called my life. Well my old one.
"Louis, its fine; see its gone now" He said, and surely enough the light had gone, my only way of traveling back, gone. That little fuck.
"Wha... What... What was that?" Louis said trembling, shit must have said that out loud. He looked around seeing nothing, I guess.
Louis' POV
"That little fuck" I heard someone murmur, I looked around, only me and Harry. What? No I must be hearing things nothing happened. Nope. Its just my ears playing up. No ones here, and I don't think, or hope, Harry will never use them words to describe someone with that much hatred in his voice, as it did in fact sound like him, maybe a bit more higher in pitch, not by much, like Marcel's. I am defiantly hearing things. Louis he has been dead for almost two years, pull yourself together; my brain instructed me.
"Wha... What... What was that?" I said shaking and my heart felt like it was about to explode. My body ready for combustion. Harry looked at me confused. I shrugged but I could feel another pair of eyes, I knew that was impossible so I walked past Harry and went down the stairs next to the room and quickly slipped on my TOMS. I sprinted to the park. My park, no Louis that is selfish, Marcel's heart will always remain there, sitting on the right swing with his wild hair, dripping with clean water his glasses on the floor, cracked. His school shirt also there, shredded to a point where it could never be repaired. His stomach on show, his abs out, you would never expect them, or his biceps. No Louis, you should not think like this. He is gone, and always will be.
"Oops!" A small voice said, hardly audible, no one was around though. Well anyone visible.
"Hi?" I called out to the air hoping this person would come into view, I was starting to get terrified by this anonymous voice that was watching me.
"Louis!" It called. Now I was officially panicking, they know me, he knows me. He has been stalking me, though is still not visible, also I noticed the right swing swinging by its self, I wanted to scream and find out who this voice belonged to, but I could not as I know this voice. Its Marcel's, I know it is, I know that voice anywhere. It may have been two years since I have seen him but I would know that until the day I die and beyond.
"Marcel?" I question again. It was probably a tape recording, someone playing tricks on me. I sighed and start making a pattern with my foot in the ground and I feel something on my back. I sigh hoping when I look up I see the prankster.
I looked up seeing the eyes. The mesmerising emerald with ruby swimming in it. That was never there before. I zoomed more out seeing the old glasses that sat on my bedside table but in black. His hair as stiff like at school and he had some acne on his forehead what I found so cute. Not cute, manly. He was wearing a black button up shirt with a brown sweater vest and black dress pants and some black boots, like Harry always wore. This must be Harry, not Marc, he was dead. But how did the sickening but sweet red get into the luxurious green eyes.
"Yes?" He said whispering in my ear seductively. Louis you are straight. Marcel is straight. Marcel is also dead. But who was this? How could someone look so similar?
"Is that really you?" I whispered to the mysterious man who was holding my shoulders, breathing in my ear, it had to be him but it was impossible.
"Yes, you have to trust me, I will explain," He said moving away back onto the swing. I still didn't know what to do. He was dead, I went to his funeral, him being buried, he can't just be alive. "Soon." He added after a minute.
A/N Sorry about the long wait, trying to now update every weekend, I am not sure, well that is even if anyone is still reading this, if you don't like the direction where this is heading then please tell me as I will end it but I really need feedback from you guys, thanks for reading.
