The Boy in the Photograph ↪ Brallon

Chapter 21; Ecru

Turns out Sarah was the bad witch of the South and not the good witch of the West like Dallon had thought her to be.

With a final word leaking from her cracked lips and a last flick of her hand Brendon fell from his boyfriends arms and into a place he wasn't sure he'd ever see.

Before Brendon ended his life he, like anyone else would, wondered what was on the other side. If the Heaven and Hell he'd learnt of really do exist. But today for the time being it seems Hell will be the only confirmed location.

"Were did he go?!" Dallon was fully screaming now, he said good bye to the last thread that was holding back his overpowering emotions long ago and everything snapped.

Sarah had been gone a mere three minutes, but the feeling of his sweet ghost boy lingered in his arms. Dallon felt cold and heart broken in too many different ways. The only coldness he wished for right now was that of Brendon's presence.

Meanwhile Brendon was just as confused if not more so than his human boyfriend. The boy opened his eyes to something unimaginable, a world he'd never seen before was displayed all around as far as his glowing yellow eyes could see.

Brendon looked down to his legs and arms, he was sitting on the earth like substance of this place and it felt a mixture of warm and cold at the same time, it was very difficult for him decipherer which was which at the time. The second thing that caught the attention of his eyes was his skin, it was completely black and grey hugged now. Brendon's eyes grew in shock, he touched his arms and what he could see of his legs in marvel. The same swirled tribal-esque pattern rose on his skin and he wasn't sure for the time being if he liked this new look or not. His hands too had changed into, this time, a more familiarly form of the long ebony nails with the same carved pattern as the rest of his body.

The land around the demon-boy was odd to say the least, many different sounds could be heard from endless directions. To him, some sounded of screams of people and other places the thundering of (what Brendon imagined) God's. But the area around the shaken boy was utterly quiet, as if every living thing in his wake was stunned into silence. There was practically nothing around his though, one dead, arid, and lonely; the sight made him think of someone he knows, or rather now, he felt, someone he used to know.

Other than feeling completely foreign in his own skin Brendon was trying to figure out were the hell he was. He planned his course of action best to be to look for something large, a landmark of sorts, a building, or tower. Far in the distance, thankfully not too far, Brendon could make out a tall structure. It reminded him of a tower in a medieval castle, possibly one a fair princess in distress to be locked in. But Brendon had the feel as he got his feet to work underneath him that this tower held nothing the lost boy was looking for, much less expecting.

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Thank you all so much for reading and voting, the next chapter will be the last one, or one more after that. I might include some extra ghost chapters if you guys are interested, they would not correlate with the story just would be extra. Lemme know what you want.