The Freakish Chronicles (Hulu Original Series)

Chapter Two

"The walls are a funeral, I run with ghosts

No hint of movement, no sign of pulse

Only an echo, just skin and bone

Then kick the chair but we, we help tie the rope."

--Doomed, Bring Me The Horizon

Barrett sprinted up the stairs, the sound of Grover's scream urging him on to get to his friend as fast as possible. He ran down the hall, pushing open the door to the room the terrified human sound had come from and froze in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him.

Grover was on the floor, scuttling backward on his hands and feet, a freak twice his size-having taken advantage of him somehow-looming over his small frame and reaching for him. Barrett didn't even wonder how the freak got in as he unfroze and grabbed the baseball bat sitting outside the door, storming inside and moving in front of Grover. He swung the bat at the freaks head, taking satisfaction in the loud crack that sounded as the object made contact.

The freak didn't go down right away but it lost its balance for a few seconds. A few seconds was all Barrett needed as he swung the bat again, this time aiming for the softer part of the skull. The bat smashed into the freaks head and blood spattered his shirt as it went down. While it was down, Barrett took one more hit, effectively smashing its head in.

Barrett dropped the bat on the floor and turned around to look at Grover, who was still on the floor staring up at him with wide brown eyes. Barrett knelt down beside him, careful not to invade his personal space.

"Are you okay?" Barrett asked softly. "Did it bite you?"

Grover shook his head rapidly, his eyes flitting from the freak dead on the floor to Barrett. "No. . .I-It came out of no where. It startled me, I-"

Barrett placed his hand on his shoulder, prompting Grover to stop rambling. "It's okay. As long as you didn't get bitten or hurt in any way."

As Grover continued to stare at him as if he were staring into his very soul, something in his eyes changed and Barrett was completely taken aback by the admiration and irrevocable raw emotion in his eyes. He wondered later what in god's name made him do it at that moment and time but he'd base it on the atmosphere of the room, of the situation, and of the way Grover was looking at him.

Barrett surged forward, slamming his lips to Grover's soft pink ones, which opened in utter surprise and pressed his body against the younger boys body. Barrett shoved his tongue into Grover's mouth, moaning at the taste of the boy he had wanted to kiss for some time now.

It was mere seconds later before Grover snapped out of his shocked stupor and began to push at Barrett's shoulders until the other male backed off and dislodged himself from the brown~eyed boy. Once Barrett had gotten a hold of himself emotionally and physically he muttered an apology and quickly made his way out of the room.

The only thing he could think about at the moment was what the hell had he been thinking?

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Grover sat on the floor where Barrett had left him, back against the wall behind him, his eyes staring unblinking at the body of a freak that used to be one of the star football players at the high school. He had pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. Anyone would say that it made him look vulnerable and he wouldn't tell them otherwise because that was how he felt. Vulnerable and out of place.