The Angels Have the Salt (A Night Vale + Superlock Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"A mysterious millipede may be watching you. They are always, watching. Welcome to Night Vale.

Well listeners, it has generally been a very uneventful day, here in Night Vale. It is currently 2 pm and we have still yet to see our beautiful sun rise from the south in an array of orange, yellow and the faintest bit of pink, but my dear listeners, do not be alarmed.

If you in any way start to show alarm-less or feel alarm spreading throughout your body, I strongly suggest you go through the current mandatory rituals to get rid of human feelings, emotions and any understanding of life or how to breath or how to walk or eat or sleep, and replace them with cute little kitties jumping around in circles and having play fights.

I did get this done once, and can I just say listeners, those little kitties are so cute! Awwww, I just didn't want to leave those cute little things! But of course listeners, I couldn't leave Night Vale without a kind radio presenter to talk to everyone, could I now? As cute as those little kittens were..

And now, to the News.

The Mayor, who ever that may be at this currant time, has asked me to tell you all this, to everyone's relief, accept perhaps John Peters, you know, the farmer, street cleaning day has been permanently postponed until further notice.

We have been able to get in contact with the cleaners via means of telepathy and howling, and have formed a deal, all they want in return for there very considerate non-cleaning of our streets and homes is, no use of the letter 'e'.

I rep3at, no on3 is to us3 that l3tt3r that I just m3ntion3d.

Ok th3n list3n3rs, I gu3ss w3 ar3 not allow3d to us3 that l3tt3r, but luckily our r3s3nt r33ducation has s3cretly chang3d th3 pronunciation of the l3tt3r and is now pronounc3d '3'.

So just sit back, r3lax and l3t your mind tak3 ov3r your body for a littl3 whil3, and I strongly r3comm3nd that you do this, failur3 to do so may or may not r3sult in abduction, follow3d by r3-r33ducation and forc3d blood sacrific3 rituals.

And list3n3rs, I tak3 you now, to th3 w3ath3r."

The weather played out and Cecil finished off his show for the day. Putting down his headset, he sighed, then put his headset back on. He ever went anywhere with out it, and it did have wireless capabilities.

Cecil walked towards the door, but before he could even put his hand out to open it, a familiar face rushed through and crashed straight into Cecil.

"Oh, I'm sorry Cecil, I didn't see you there." Said the man who seemed to have the most perfect hair.

"No no it's fin3, Carlos" replied a flustered Cecil as he straightened up and brushed his jacket off to present himself to perfect, perfect Carlos.

"May I please stay here for a while, Cecil?" Asked Carlos politely.

"Umm, I'd lov3 to.. But.. You know, station manag3m3nt do3sn't lik3 you around, for som3 r3ason, th3y'll go b3rs3rk.." Said Cecil cautiously.

Carlos looked down, slowly backed away and then turned and walked, head hung, back towards the road.

"Carlos! Wait!" Yelled Cecil in a whisper, he didn't know why exactly he whispered but no time to think about that. "Wh3r3 ar3 you going?"

Carlos turned back around to face Cecil, head still hung but his eye looking up hopefully at Cecil. Cecil walked out the front door towards Carlos.

"I'll com3 with you" said Cecil in a moderate tone. Carlos jerked his head up, a hint of a smile upon his lips. Unknowingly, Cecil found his eyes being drawn toward those lips of his, his perfect lips to match his perfect hair and perfect, well everything.

"Well thanks, that would be nice." Said Carlos with a smile.

But Cecil did not smile back. He snapped out of the trance he had been in and took one step back, something dreadful had just come to his attention.

"Carlos!" He said, in a surprised, yet alarmed voice. Carlos's expression changed from a smile, then briefly to worried and to an expression that seemed to say 'oh, that'.

"Your saying it, that l3tt3r! You can't say that! Th3y'll tak3 you away!" Said Cecil in a worried tone. He was worried for Carlos, for what they might do to him, if he'd ever be the same after he came out, if he ever did.

"Mmm" Carlos mumbled, obviously ashamed for what he had done, but also trying to speak in a low tone so that the secret police would not hear. "Well it's no use now.. Anyway, that's why I came to you."

Cecil thought for a moment, gathering his jumbled thoughts.

"Com3 with m3" said Cecil as he reached for Carlos's hand and lead him off down the road.

They came to side ally, Cecil made a sharp turn and lead Carlos down it.

The ally seemed to be getting darker and darker, the lights flickered as they continued down, the asphalt under their feet quickly becoming soft, desert sand. Still hand in hand, they came to the end and burst out into the sand wastes just out back of Big Rico's, no one does a slice like Big Rico's, no one.

Somehow it had become night now and the moon had yet to rise. The only thing lighting up the area was the lights in the ally they had came from, which were still flickering mysteriously, and the twinkling stars above.

"Th3 s3cr3t polic3 won't find us for awhil3 out h3r3" said Cecil as he turned to face Carlos, who was way closer to his face that he had anticipated.

"Thanks you, Cecil, for everything." Said Carlos in a whisper. "Not just today, but every other time you've helped me out." Cecil's heart raced, all he could think about was Carlos, perfect Carlos. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed to Cecil like hours, their noses millimetres apart.

"You can count on m33e3." Said Cecil cheesyly, struggling to pronounce the letter 'e' properly again. With mischievous spark in his eyes as he leaned in even closer to Carlos.

Carlos seconded Cecil's movements and their lips came together.

At that moment they both knew they were made for each other, and it was the most perfect moment. Their lips fitted like it was the other half of their soul, finally uniting together to get from the weirdness of Night Vale, across the jellyfish and over to beautiful.

There moved in sync as Carlos moved to deepen the kiss. Finally, they pulled apart for a much needed breath. They breathed in each others faces, still only centimetres apart.

Cecil reached out, anticipating another kiss, but Carlos staggered back.

He he fell down in pain, his finger tips pressed hard against his forehead.

This had happened to Carlos a few times before; first he would get a terrible migraine and then he would see images, always the same two men, but he had no idea what it meant. He screamed out as the images flashed across his vision.

Like always, he saw a rather tall looking man with lushes black curls in a long, black trench coat and blue scarf on the floor of some sort of apartment, he was being stabbed to death by a smaller man with short sandy coloured hair wearing a blood stained shirt and jacket. The smaller man looked quite normal, or though he was quite short, but the strange thing was his eyes, they appeared to be completely black, with no emotion what so ever.

However, Carlos didn't have time to think about what he had seen, the image were fading away, the pain less and less intense until he opened his eyes to see Cecil, teary eyed, above him.

Carlos's head was resting in Cecil's lap, Cecil gently patting Carlos's perfect hair.

"Carlos! Are you all right! Are you in pain!" Said Cecil as soon as Carlos opened his eyes.

"Yes, fine." Said Carlos with a smile. "Wait, you said 'e'!"

"Yeah.." Said Cecil in a casual tone, smiling, "opps."

They both smiled at each other, Carlos would have to tell Cecil about what he had seen, but he was still a bit light headed, so he decided to let himself fall asleep in Cecil's lap.

Cecil moved to lay down along side Carlos and they both fell asleep with each other to keep them warm.