Lyin' Eyes - Freddie Mercury Fanfic

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My body felt numb all over, my mind was racing with all sorts of colors and patterns.

Physically, I was in a deep sleep, but mentally, I was high on whatever Freddie was jamming into my brain.

My mind felt like a fuzzy radio cast, filled with static and white noise, the craziest part of all this was that I could still feel the tips of his fingers gently massaging my temples.

As my mental vision cleared, I realized I was back at the bar, staring straight down at my unconscious body that laid motionless on the floor, right below the impending doom that was unfolding above it.

It was quite surreal seeing myself in this condition, usually I'd be up and punching, but at this very moment I looked so helpless.

"T-This is impossible..." I whispered as I was once again on the sidelines.

My voice had an eerie tone to it, it echoed like I was in a cave.

I jumped when I heard another voice accompanying me, this one was much louder and the echo shook my bones.

"Watch closely..." The voice said, ignoring my amazement, it was Freddie.

I sighed, it was like having a parasite that refused to leave.

Bringing my attention back towards the scene before me, I saw Freddie and the man who assaulted me, still staring each other down.

"Did you two have some beef in college or—" I began.

"Shh..." Freddie interjected.

"Well you both aren't doing anything..." I muttered quietly to myself while rolling my eyes, this was going to be a long night.

I brought my eyes back to a now standing Freddie, he was adjusting the sleeves of his clothing when the other man started to speak.

"Fancy a drink?" the man asked, clearly flirting with Freddie.

His voice had a thick, Irish tongue, his hair stuck to his forehead and his lips held a mustache that didn't suit him at all.

He looked to be about Freddie's height, but he had a stocky build that opposed Freddie's slender, skinny form.

Just from the way the man stood and spoke, he was beyond awkward, he didn't have the confidence or elegant posture Freddie seemed to give off so effortlessly.

I studied Freddie's face, he seemed hesitant, but then his eyes changed, they shined a glossy tint that held no emotion, he looked like he was almost under mind control, at first, Freddie looked like he was about to decline the offer, but now he looked hollow, practically desperate for a taste of whatever poison the man had for him.

Freddie nodded slowly as the man grew a devious grin.

Freddie plopped back down on the seat, his pupils stayed motionless and his skin went completely white while his body slightly swayed back and forth, Freddie was under some sort of control, I just knew it.

"Freddie?" I ventured cautiously.

No response came, I carefully continued my question.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked abruptly, my voice continuing to echo throughout the void.

A long pause ensued before he finally answered.

"Temptation, his greatest power, my greatest weakness," Freddie stated, his voice was faint and filled with both sorrow and regret. "If you couldn't already tell, there's a lot you don't know about me."