For as long as Ricky can remember, there has been a monster living in his closet. Chris, this monster, had been assigned to kill Ricky at the age of five, but just can't seem to bring himself to kill a boy who brings him cookies every night before b...
(A/N: I leave you with this quote, "We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love" -Madame de Stael... because i think this is how you are all feeling about Ricky so ;) ENJOY)
Music: How Does a Moment Last Forever ( Beauty And The Beast)
*Chris's POV*
Believe me when i say that scewering Ricky was anything but my choice. Just like an animal has instincts that are beyond his control, the closer i get to this place, the more demonic I get, the less control I have. My eyes had glazed over with blood and death and pain as i sobbed at ricky's side, blood pooling at my knees.
"You've done good." The creature stepped to my side, a clawed paw clasped on my shoulder. My muscles coiled under his touch and i could't help but seeth in anger. My eyes fixed on the pathetic rise and fall of Ricky's chest, it was labored and fading and his eyes swam in his head as he floated in and out of consciousness.
"I hope you forgive me." My voice was a ghost. "I will make this right." I tugged the serrated blade from its home in his back and felt the pain that he felt. In one swift motion i flipped the knife in my hand so that it was facing straight up, then in the next moment, using all of the anger that had been surpressed inside of me, i impaled the beast behind me as if he were made of softened butter. It was so easy, it was so pleasant. The blade had glowed an eerie scarlet color as if it were emanating from my palm, the remains of my soul. I was more powerful than anticipated and oh how my mother and father knew that. The life withdrew from the beings eyes.
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Ricky gasped below me, a choked gurgle, blood tinting the insides of his mouth and drooling out of his mouth before dribbling down his chin. He was fighting to survive but he was horribly dying and i could do nothing but watch. I but my glowing hands to his back, my thumb running over the protruding parts of his spine. His eyes opened the tiniest bit and i felt my insides churn.
The outside was easy, simple connections of skin and tissue i could heal, but blood and veins were another story they could hardly be harnessed by will without a sacrifice. I pressed my fingertips against his skin and within seconds the external wounds had become one again, almost perfect, but i knew his veins had ruptured, i knew that if i didn't fix him quick, if i didn't fix him now he will surely die.
"I have to do this quick, Ricky, otherwise you'll die. But my-my immortality and memories will be no more." I told him. The icy blue of his eyes was nearly all gone, i had to do this now.
He lifted his hand with the last bit of energy his body could manage at this time and pressed it ever so gently to my face. How could he not be angry with me for stabbing him. I hope he realized that that wasn't me. I would never hurt him.
"Don't." He mumbled, "Just let me go, You can be so much more without m-me..."
"No, i don't want to." My chest ached as i tried my very best to keep my composure. "I don't want to be this monster that i've become anymore and i can't lose you."
"It was going to happen one day, whether this happened or not, i want you to remember me as young and carefree not old and living without you. A world without you, Chris, is not a world at all." He tried to smile but all i could see was the blood staining his teeth, all i could see was the death i had caused.
"No." I growled and with one press of my hand he ebbed red and i felt every connection in his body be joined again, but i was becoming nothing more, my immortality was dying and i felt the memories slip my mind until i was trying to grab at them like greedy children. Then everything went black.
"C-C-Chris." Something echoed. I blinked my eyes a few times until i could see almost clearly and was blinded by everything white. I was in a place that reeked of anticeptic and cleaning supplies and it stung at my nose.
"Where am i?" I sat up and looked at my hands, short nails and pale skin, they were normal but something felt wrong, i felt like there should have been more. "What happened? Why am I here?" I was filled with endless questions.
"Chris, please just look at me!" I snapped my head in the voices direction and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at the dark haired boy staring back at me with arctic eyes.
There i didn't kill Ricky but i have a feeling you're still angry... Lol jk but you know the deal comment your opinions, feedback, reactions, suggestions, predictions, etc!
