To Love a Corpse

Chapter ONE: The Legend

Rain pounded upon the earth below as it fell from the skies, the thunder roared like an angry lioness and the lighting split the atmosphere in two. The town was a smeary fog, a mirage that swayed like the droplets of a waterfall against a heavy wind. The town was dormant, asleep, and as in sleep it was also non-existent, unreal, invisible. The image of a school soon came into view at a distance, but was more of a blur, a figment of one's own demented imagination.

Inside, down the halls, through several corridors and stairs, past many lockers and doors , doors, doors, doors, doors that finally led to THE door, the crumpling of paper could be heard, and then humming and finally a sigh.

"I have the strongest desire, to feel your sweet lips, against mine own, to feel your warm touch, to feel your hands rising against my skin, higher, higher," murmured one to the other. The young man continued, "I want to feel your touch reaching for my heart, to--"

The young man stopped, wide-eyed, as he felt a chill at the back of his neck. Then without another word he turned to face the door, as if he knew something was there. The other boy with him was intrigued by this sudden movement in his partner.

"What is it?" the red haired one asked the silver haired, eyes mismatched wonder.

"I could've sworn I heard footsteps at the door," he responded.

"It was nothing, you're just working yourself too hard," responded the boy who's hair matched his temper.

"You must be right," the silver haired boy responded, quickly disinterested.

"Ah, where was I?" he asked.

"Feel your touch reaching for my heart..." mumbled the boy with the fiery hair.

"Ah yes... Oh... No, no... That's not quite right," he resumed, holding an index finger to his chin as if intrigued. Then a knock, followed by some scratching, was heard at the door.

"Who is it?" asked the silver haired boy, startling the unsuspecting redhead, whom quickly crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, extending his legs out in front of him, attempting to play off how startled he had really been.

But as the boy waited for a response, none came. Then the knocking again began. This time both stood as if to defend themselves if needed but frozen in their spots. Silence. Then another knock, the redhead was uneasy, the silver haired wonder, tense. They neared the door.

"Lys, you sure you want to do that? It's probably just someone fooling around with us," mumbled the redhead.

Lysander reached for the golden door knob but froze as if in thought just before touching it.

"Castiel I must. If I don't face my fears then what will become of the person that I am?" Lysander responded.

Then without warning, the door knob was twisted and the doo was yanked open. Lysander was startled by the movement of the door he had not opened, and was now standing next to Castiel.

"I knew it! I knew! My brother loves another man," a tall slender silhouette spoke. The figure then stepped into the light of the room.

Just look at how he's holding you Lysander!" the man exclaimed, pointing at Castiel.

"Not cool Leigh..." Castiel mumbled as he let go of Lysander and moved back to his chair.

"Hmmm... And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Lysander asked, regaining the usual monotone in his voice.

"I just heard you confessing pretty hot stuff," Leigh laughed, nudging his brother.

Lysander moved away and took his original seat.