Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Three) Smashing Hello 。

"Take me with you," Mason whispered, his blue eyes glittering behind his glasses, "I need something as close to freedom and that means leaving." With his brows furred together and his lips pressed firmly shut, a determined look crossed his face.

I can escape by myself, but is it okay to be selfish, people who have spent their whole life in a constant rhythm in a tedious and draining style. What happens if he gets hurt?

The blue lights quickly changed color, a crimson invading the walls. A small ringing sound bouncing off the walls, slowly getting louder. Cole, who was watching the events unroll, quickly shoved Mason into the seventh door before pointing to the eleventh door, his lips moved but nothing came out, the ringing destroying any other sounds.

The ground moved underneath me, my knee's giving way. Arms carefully wrapped around me, a cold gust of air passing over me before all the wind was knocked out. However, a loud slam stopped the shrill, a soft cushioning replacing the cold ground.

Peeling my open, unaware of when I had pressed them tightly shut, I peered around the room.

Holy clown-a-moly.

The whole room was decorated with acrobatic equipment, aerial hoops with silver and scarlet silk draped on it, they all dangled from the roof that had been painted with red and white stripes. Different ropes, silks and other various circus objects also danged from the roof, a gigantic hammock was even dangling from the ceiling.

Every wall was covered in mirrored glass, something about it oddly disturbing.

Not the fact that if someone had a mirror on every wall they would seem egotistical; no, its the fact that there's something -or someone- lurking behind
them.

"Are you scared, my little acrobat?" An amused voice called from above, the hammock slowly descending from the roof.

That voice gives me all the reasons to be scared. Maybe if it was 4 years back and I was a naïve university student I would have ran into his arms, let him embrace me with a million butterfly kisses. Then maybe -no, definitely- let him fuck me senseless. But it isn't two years back and I'm not the naïve person I was.

"Are you not going to answer me, pet?" His silvery voice questioned, his silver eyes cutting into mine, "Oh, you do know how to break my heart." He pressed his hand to his tan forehead, the other across his heart in fake misery.

"Carter," I couldn't believe it was him, here. Here to save me? "Carter... wha-what are you...?" I couldn't get the words out. He could be my Prince Charming.

The hammock rested against the ground, his polished shoes tapping against the floor as he took long strides my way. "I'm here to save you? Aren't you happy, my acrobat?" His fingers grasped my chin, tilting my head so we were eye to eye.

He hadn't changed from when we were younger. He still takes after his father, his husky voice, the way his left eye twitches when hiding something. His hair too, silver spun hair the gods would kill for. But it's a shame he was the one doing the killing himself. His defined shoulders that bulge out of the loose black shirt, or his abs that I could feel my way too. He could have been a model if he wanted to, he was flawless in everything single way, from the outside at least.

I took a step back, my back pressing against the cold mirrored wall. I didn't realize I had moved that far backward. "Save me?" I shook my head, trying to shake him from my memory wasn't working. "It-it can't be you?"

He took a step forward, almost like we were lovers dancing around each other, "You already like it here? I'm quite surprised actually, I would have thought you would have tried to leave by now." He murmured. He brought up his arms, locking them on both sides of my head, practically caging me in.

"Why are you scared, Luca?" He dipped his head, his 6"2 frame reaching my 5"10. "Or are your hands shaking in euphoria?" He grasped my hand, pulling up to his lips while placing a gentle kiss upon my knuckles. And everything about it felt disgusting.

I pulled my hand away before pushing his off me, although he might be twice my body weight the shock of the egotistical heck being rejected made him lose concentration. Idiot.

I ran to the main door, trying to push it open with all my might. It wouldn't open. The other two doors would open either. The only thing that would open is Carter's arms and my legs if I were with him.

"It useless," Carter chuckled out, "Fucking pathetic. Now you either come with me, or you can stay here. Either way, you're mine." He sat on a hanging aerial hoop, watching me with amusement in his beady cat-like eyes as I banged against the walls.

I looked over at his grinning refection, his silly silver eyes calculating my every move.

"I won't leave with you, Carter, you're a bad person," I mumbled like it was my fault, he always had a way of making me feel like it. "I don't know why I'm here but I can get out of here, without your help."

He jumped up, his hand reaching for one of the juggling bats. He pointed it at me, aiming it like a gun, "You want to know why you're here? It's me, my little acrobat," He cocked the gun, pulling the trigger with a childish copy of the sound a gun would make, "Me."

He lifted the bat over his shoulder, taking large strides in my direction. I pressed my back to the mirror, watching the mirror opposite me just in case Carter had a trick up his sleeve, not just figuratively but literally too.

"You should have known I would have never let you leave. After 4 years and childhood together, you would think I would let you go? No, never." He turned his back to me, his face hidden in shadows. "I have to keep you forever, and locking you up here was the only option. I have to keep you."

I grabbed the other juggling bat, throwing it forward with all my might. Carter was my target but he had anticipated everything. He simply sidestepped, letting the bat collide with the mirrors. The mirror came crashing down, the glass raining down in crystals. Some smaller shards scraped my skin, remind me it's him who I should hurt, not myself.

My knees buckled, my body surprised at how much force I put into the throw. Laughter bounced off the remaining mirrors, flowing around the room as I bent over, my own laugher fulfilling me.

I don't know why I'm laughing, but for once, I'll be the one laughing at him.

I looked up from the ground at a gobsmacked Carter, my lips tilting upwards as I panted, "Screw you, Cart-"

Everything went dark.