The Gemini

12 - Pheromone

October 23, 1988

L is 4 lust.

O is 4 obsession.

V is 4 the vast way u envelope my soul.

This is crazy. This is crazy.

I could die from the pheromone.

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A frantic plea rings in his ears, calling his name, protesting against another hit. The familiarity of the situation driving the heat up on his already boiling blood. Rage filled his eyes, distorting the face below him. Still he bashed away. The pain in his hand a minor thing compared to the jealously in his heart.

"What the hell, man? Come on! I didn't touch her!" Tommy struggled to speak from the agony he felt in his body and the blood that filled his mouth. He spit it to the ground, coughing.

"Fucking lie!" Gemini kicked at his side again.

How it all began, Gemini rushed the man, catching him off guard and rendering him defenseless when he thwacked a metal cane against the side of his left knee. He had contemplated continued use of the weapon, but threw it aside once he decided that his intentions were to warn and not to kill.

But Tommy wasn't helping his case. For each time that he swore his innocence, Gemini administered a punch. He knew the man was lying. The way Tommy looked at Jody made it clear that he touched her. In the way he laughed with her, Gemini knew he touched her. How they sat next to each other, it screamed that he touched her. Why else would she cover for him?

"I-I sw-swear! Please man!"

The memories kept coming, bombarding his confused mind. A voice from years old reverberated loud and fresh.

"Roger, calm the fuck down brotha! Chill out, it's not that serious. We can't change it, but you know I'll help you out."

To his eyes, Tommy's visage began to take on the look of another man that Gemini knew. A friend who once was true, but lied. That lie, that damned bold faced tale is what brought this whole thing to fruition in the first place. It's what gave birth to the monster that hed become. It's why he was here now doing something that the Roger of old would've never done.

He was changing and he didn't like it. Though he wanted to, he didn't know how to stop it. Why wouldn't the voice go away?

"Roger!" Tommy took a chance and called the name, the way he saw it the man was already on the brink.

He had seen him angry but hed never seen him snap like this. Tommy didn't know where the sudden accusation came from. He did nothing of the sort. Complimented Jody, yes, but he was only being friendly and nothing more. He had no clue that it was unacceptable.

"Gemini." He barked his own name, correcting Tommy. He crouched down, grabbing the beaten man by his bloody shirt collar. "Just tell me the truth, Tommy. Alright? That's all. Say it once and I'll stop."

Looking the other man straight in the eyes, "I swear to God, man. I didn't lay a hand on her." Tommy croaked earnestly. "You gotta believe me."

He let him go. Standing, "I don't want to see you again. You're fired." He walked away, leaving Tommy bloody in the middle of the floor.

Gemini's feet led him to the third floor where he would scrub the red away. Avoiding the mirror while he hurried in removing the stains from his hands. They would probably bruise. On any other occasion he wouldn't have used them but he was caught up in the moment. Now he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach. Every time he did something dumb he grew ill, mostly from being disgusted with his altered half.