I Scored Myself A Mate

He needed to hear. He needed to know what he had said to her as he killed her. While he was playing God and taking another's person life away.

He looked around and noticed a young girl. Not older than eighteen listening to music with her earphones while reading a book. He didn't care if he seemed weird. A crying wreck he tapped her shoulder and still sniffling he tried to speak.

"I...I'm sorry...Can I borrow your earphones. Just for a second please" he begged her and she looked at him confused. Nonetheless she removed them from her ears and her phone and handed them to him.

He sat at the seat behind her now so she wouldn't think she would steal them and plugged them to Clarissa's phone. He took a deep breath feeling his lungs hurt and his body to get heavy and replayed the cursed video, this time listening to everything.

"Please Mikael you don't have to do this" she begged. "Please I don't want to die." She cried and began running.

She was begging, helpless. He could feel her fear and the desperation in her voice.

"I'm sorry" Mikael said. "I'm really sorry" he repeated after his nails had teared her skin apart.

They hadn't said anything else. It was just this. I'm sorry. He didn't say another word before he killed her. Mark wanted to throw the phone away and burn it, step on it, destroy it. The video though continued. It wouldn't show anything else he knew it. But now the phone in Clarissa's hand revealed another scene.

Mark looked carefully at how he fell to his knees. Looking at his bloody hands in shock. He was breathing heavily and tears started dumping his flushed cheeks.

And then he did it.

He screamed. A defeating scream that almost made Mark scream too. Filled with anguish and pain. Emitting regret. A scream that would make anyone's neck hurt. That it wouldn't allow you to speak for days. He hated himself at that moment. He was the bad guy, the murdered but why Mark felt sorry for him.

He was hurting for him as he tried to wipe the blood away frantically. As he wiped the tears away painting his face red, the blood stains of a sacrifice. He cried and cried and Mark cried with him being tortured as he watched him melt down for the first time through the small screen.

Mikael stood up stumbling outside the room as he kept mumbling. Like a drunk man, like someone who had been beaten to a pulp he tried to get on his feet but how could he? How could he stand tall after what he had done. The pressure of his crime was pulling him down where he belonged. To the ground and if he could burry himself a grave at that moment and do it he would. He would just disappear. If he could exchange his life for her he would do that too. His eyes were obvious. A stormy sea filled with lighting and thunder.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...I had no choice."

Mark took off the earphones and handed them back to the girl who was looking at him concerned. He said a halfhearted thank you and returned back to his where he turned into a small ball, wrapping his hands around his knees, hiding his face, closing his eyes and facing the endless darkness. He was sick of it. Sick of all this despair that came from nothing. He didn't think he was emotionally affected by the situation. It was just happening to a person that he loved and he was sad but it was different now. Somehow as he saw Mikael commit such an atrocity he felt a bone breaking pain and he couldn't stop crying. He believed in him and he was hurting for him because he liked him, he had from the start. He liked his jokes and his stormy eyes, the playful tone of his voice and his witty remarks, he liked all of him, but he couldn't overlook it. 

He had just killed someone 

….

Everything had been dark for a while. And Alex felt a warmth. For a second he thought he was awake but immediately he understood he was wrong. He was wrong because he had never felt as comfortable in his life as he did now. 

He was standing at an endless garden, with pretty rock paved paths and running fountains that had little marbled angels. All around him he could see green and the colors of the rainbow in many different flowers, a lot of them he couldn't recognize as he was seeing them for the first time. The aroma was sweet but the chirping of the birds was sweeter as it rhythmically escorted his outing. It wasn't really an outing though. He was standing with his knees slightly bent one leg in front of the other and he was holding a spear. A very familiar spear. Pretty and elegant. 

Someone was pacing behind him but he didn't turn around to look. He knew who it was but at the same time he didn't. Oh, how he wished to command himself to turn around but there was no point as he was nothing but a mere observant. 

He felt a strong arm with delicate fingers cup the hand which he was holding the spear. The person behind him fixed his form. Carefully touching and moving his puppet like a doll and he was surprised he allowed someone to touch him like that. Those touched lasted a bit more than they should, were more gentle than usual and they left a hot trail where they touched. 

"You know; you are so good with Light magic but your fighting stance is not merely as good" the soothing voice was heard again, as he was joking. 

"Well excuse me for being a more...intellectual kind of man" Alex low key insulted his instructor but he just laughed it off. 

"I am a brute then?" He asked him. 

"You said it not me" Alex chuckled and grasped the spear harder, ready to throw it towards an apple tree trunk.

"If you throw it like that it won't hit" he told him and took a few steps closer, uniting their bodies. He pulled his arm back and helped him throw the spear. It was lacking in power though and it didn't reach the tree. Alex looked at it disappointed and sighed. 

"I am starting to think that I am useless in this." He said. His eyes had not met the man's, his face still unknown. He could feel his hot breath though landing on the back of his neck and he hugged him. Wrapping strong arms around his body. He lifted him up and swirled him around playfully as the green eyed boy squeaked and began laughing.

"How could someone like you be useless?" he asked him and kissed his exposed shoulder. His white shirt had a pair of very big sleeves that would fall towards one side of his body exposing his skin.

"I don't know." 

"Just think. It's the same with your light magic. Just find that power inside you, that force and just…explode" 

"I don't want to kill anyone though"

"What if you need to protect your people?" 

"I think there are always better ways than fighting." He told him and let out a sigh. The man smiled slightly as he looked at his lover. He was so ethereal. His hair in beautiful honey waves were touching his shoulders, his eyes were shinning a bright green under the sun, pretty pink cheeks from the exhaustion of practice and such kissable red lips. 

"You are the most beautiful creature on this earth" he told him, adoring him just with his voice.

"Beautiful? Not handsome?" he said with a pout. 

"Who cares, with a face like yours the word beauty loses its abstract meaning and takes form in your existence" He complimented him and suddenly turned him around. 

That was when everything started to turn blurry and the raven haired man in front of him began to disappear. The beautiful garden turned into dust and he was left alone listening to his advice, his words echoing in the walls of his unconscious brain. 

"Just explode…find that power in you" he told him and Alex abruptly woke up with tears in his eyes. 

He already missed that comfort and the sharp calmness of that voice. Where was this person and why couldn't he see the man who presented him such sweet words and caring touches? He looked around him still lost from the haze of the dream to realize that everything was dark. He had been kidnapped by them again. By that vicious woman who enjoyed his misfortune.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Trying to find a source of sound. When he attempted to move he realized that he wasn't restrained so that meant he was locked somewhere. He couldn't hear anything and his vision was contained by the darkness. Alex took a few hesitant steps to reach a door that was in front of him. He touched it to realize that it was made from wood. He paced on the room, wall to wall to find out that it was a very small square room. Completely empty. As he circled it he reached the door again. He touched it to notice something he didn't have before, in his short touch. 

The wood was warm. He touched the metal knob to hiss from the heat of it and he soon saw smoke entering the room from the small slit underneath the door. He began panicking. He knocked on it screaming, smoke getting to his lungs from his mouth and he started coughing like he was choking. His eyes began to burn as staying in this room was becoming more and more unbearable. Now he could hear sounds. The sound of many fiery tongues that burned everything to their paths. He knocked again and again hoping that someone would get him out. 

It was pointless though. It was clear what was happening even if he didn't want to believe it.

They had set the building on fire, to kill him. 

He would end up dying there. Alone, filled with all these ifs and whys. His life would end before it even began.