The Monster Beside Us [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Rigor Mortis

Song: Paint It, Black by Ciara

   I'd been holding on for so long, but I was beginning to crumble. When I opened my eyes all I saw was darkness. There was no hope or future. We created a spider's web and threw ourselves into the middle of it all, expecting that we'd be safe and cozy wrapped up in the deadly webs, only realizing too late that we made it easy for the spider to devour us.

What was the right answer when you questioned your own sanity? Everything seemed so real, but what if real was part of the illusion, and the illusion hid away the fact that reality was the dream all along.

Vincent was the only good thing that came out of this place. Even with that in mind, I wished with all my heart that I had died in the crash. It would have been a happy death. We would've been together and died together, as a family. Instead I came here hoping to get answers that I knew I'd never get.

"Please, calm down," Vincent begged.

"I'm actually going crazy," I whispered, watching my hands, expecting they'd turn into snakes.

"You're not. I believe you." He grabbed my hands and squeezed.

The reason he hadn't been in his room was because of the sirens. He left because he was scared. He saw everyone running to The Center and thought that was where he was supposed to go. He went in and looked for me. It got packed too fast and he slipped away when he realized I wasn't there and came back. If he had returned just a few minutes earlier, he could have died to whatever was strolling the halls. Calista died instead, or so I thought.

"I need to find the captain," I said, getting up from my bed. "I need to tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"Calista is dead," I said, my voice not sounding convincing. "Aura is dead. Lindsay is dead. Hunter's brother is missing. Esper is missing. Why is this happening to the people around me? And now you." My eyes glistened as I looked him up and down, studying his features, imagining stripping the clothes off his body and seeing how much the sickness had changed him and how little we talked about it. "You're sick and I can't get you the help you need. Are you next? Are you going to die too? Is everyone just going to die around me until there's nobody left?"

He shook his head. "Stop talking like that. Nothing's gonna happen to me, okay?"

"I have to go to the captain," I said, heading for the door but being pulled back by Vincent.

"Don't leave me," he said, his eyes like magnets to mine; I simply couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. Vincent locked me in and I was his.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he pressed his body against mine.

"I don't want to be alone, stay with me," he said, his voice gentle and soothing, like a song I never wanted to end.

"But I—" He silenced me with an unexpected kiss. My eyes closed as I fell deep into his lips, eagerly wanting more, pushing against him until the back of his knees hit his bed.

"Take me," he whispered after he broke the kiss.

My heart raced at the thought of our bodies colliding against one another.

"Right now?" I asked, concerned.

He forced my eyes back to him when I tried to look at the open door that could easily expose us.