The Flames of Life (BoyxBoy)

Hey guys! This is the sequel to my story Maximum Overload! So if you haven't checked that story out yet then stop right now and go and read it! I want to say thanks to all of you who have read the first book and encouraged me to write a sequel. This story holds new challenges for Max and his friends. Picture is of Chris Hemsworth who will be playing Jordan...Yummy!!!------>

The Flames of Life

                I stood in the cemetery near the casket, all around were the sounds of people crying and mourning. Choking, sobbing, and screaming filled my ears. It was a weird combination with the chirping birds and the naturally growing flowers all around. I looked around and saw my father trying not to cry but failing miserably. Then there were my grandparents who were glaring angrily in my direction. I felt his hand in mine before I even looked up. Our eyes met as he stared down at me, having always been so much taller than me. He was older now but still easily recognizable. Jordan gave me a soft smile and I tried my best to smile back. I felt him squeeze my hand reassuringly.

                It was then that I saw his picture on a nearby tripod surrounded by a wreath of flowers. This was his funeral. I could see now that everything was indeed the same as it had been the first time I was here. Except my brother hadn’t been standing next to me the first time around. “I miss you, Maxi.” I scrunched my face at his horrible nickname for me. He laughed his deep booming laugh and I allowed it to fill me, determined to treasure this moment forever. The truth is that I didn’t even know if this moment was real or where I was. But I would cherish it nonetheless.

                “I missed you too,” I looked up at the brilliant sun high in the sky. “Am I dead?” I asked looking back to his soft brown eyes.

                “Not yet.” Yet seemed to be the opportune word…

                “What now?”

                “You have a decision to make.”

                “About?” I looked up at him expectantly.

                “About whom you’d rather lose.”

                “I don’t understand.”

                “You have to let go of this Max, you have to let go of me.” I stared at him. “I know that it’s hard but you need to let go of this place.” He gestured to the scene around us. “You need to let go of the pain.”

                “Or?” I asked shakily as the idea of letting go of Jordan seemed impossible.

                “Or let go of him.” I didn’t have to ask who he meant, I knew. “You can’t have us both. You can come with me now and you can have me forever, your big brother. Come now and I’m yours for all of eternity. Or you can go back, you can be with him, you can be with Maya, Nick, and Jake. You can live out the rest of your life.”

                “Is he alive?”

                “I can’t tell you that,” he sighed. “It’s up to you to decide if the possibility of being with him is worth the risk of being left alone, yet again.” He made it sound like he wanted me to choose him.

                “You want me to go with you.”

                “Yes, but not for the reason that I should, I should want you to come with me because it is what is best for my little brother, for my best friend.”

                “So why do you want me to come with you?”

                “So that I can be with you forever, now. I meant it, Maxi, I really do miss you with every fiber of my being. But the truth is, you should go with him. We’ll meet again one day and while you live you will never be without me. I will just have to be content with watching you until it is your time.” He sighed and ran his hand that wasn’t holding mine through his hair. “Besides, I’m taken care of here, for now.” Just then Tanner came walking across the green meadow.

                His smile was bright as if he had never seen the pain that had driven him to kill himself at one time. It wasn’t until he was about ten feet away that the scene changed from a serene sadness to a deep pain. The color began to drain from the world. Tanner looked down at his wrists which were now pouring red liquid. The look on his face was oddly calm as if he had expected it. I looked over at my brother to find that red was spreading across his abdomen where the knife had once been. He smiled sadly.

                “Doesn’t that hurt?”

                “We feel no pain anymore Max, not here.” I looked at Tanner who nodded sadly in agreement. “It’s time to decide, Maxi.” I looked between them as the color continued to drain slowly and the people around us began to gradually disappear until the three of us were alone with Jordan’s casket.

                “If I want to go back…?” I whispered not hearing my own voice.

                “Let go,” Jordan whispered but his words echoed in my ears as if he had screamed them. I looked down at our hands which were still firmly clasped and I knew what he had meant.

                “I love you, J. You too Tanner.”

                “We love you too.” I slowly loosened my grip as I began to sob. It would be so easy to just keep holding on to this and let go of my life. But I couldn’t do that, not if Kale could still be alive, I couldn’t lose him. Just as Tanner hadn’t been able to lose Jordan. Tanner had killed himself to be with Jordan and now I had to save myself to be with Kale. I let go and Jordan began to fade as he smiled and took Tanner’s hand walking away before disappearing altogether.

                At this point there was no color left, no sound, not a living soul around. I looked up as I saw a slight splash of color. Or at least I thought that I had…There it was again….On the casket, rested a single white candle. It hadn’t been there before but slowly the flame began to grow on the wick. Putting just a tiny bit of color back into my grey world, I walked closer to the casket. When I next looked at the picture on the tripod I found that it had changed. It was now a picture of me rather than my brother. This had become my own funeral and new life had just been given to the flame that was my candle. I sighed and placed my grey hand onto the top of my casket.

                The world began to fill with color once again but I would never see the meadow filled with color again. The floor opened up and swallowed me and I began to free fall. All that I could think of as I seemed to fall was Kale. Kale’s eyes, his smile, his kiss, his touch, I thought of everything about him. My last thought before I seemed to slip once again into unconsciousness was of Kale lying there on the asphalt as Nick forced his heart to beat.

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