Gen Black (blacktwin) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-19 11:23:00 |
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This wasn’t easy. But not everything that had to be done was easy. Mitchell’s world had completely changed within a few days, only to be ripped apart again after he had arrived here. But this time it hadn’t been so bad. No, quite the other way around. He still couldn’t believe it. He was dead. And Annie und Gilbert were here. And they had forgiven him. Friends – he had his friends back. Besides George who – according to Annie and Gilbert – wasn’t from his world. He hadn’t killed him yet. And Gilbert – George barely knew the ghost. It seemed so strange. How could he not? He couldn’t even imagine what his life would have been like without the 80s fanatic around. But they had their own Mitchell. God, he was third person for himself now. But what worried him more was that the other man was still a vampire. He would kill again even though the biggest part of him didn’t want it. It was a cancer that ate you up. It felt too good. The sensation and to drown all the memories. The power. The addiction was easy to blame but there was this small tiny part in him that craved to be the monster and if it grew strong, he lost control. So all that was left was the ‘when’. Mitchell couldn’t let himself kill again. He had caused too much grief already. But that was exactly the point. He couldn’t cause Annie and George any more grief either. No matter where they were from. So, what could he do? Watch and follow his own steps. His other self had Annie. He hadn’t climbed on that train. Maybe there was still hope. As long as he was fine and had friends to hold onto, as long as he had someone like Annie, he could control himself. It wouldn’t last forever. Jesus, Carl had killed his boyfriend. The person he had loved most. Carl of all people. No, it wouldn’t last forever. But maybe for now, for the next year. And during that time he would watch. He felt like a creep, a very insecure creep, standing in front of the apartment. Not sure, whether he should just go in or not. So he settled for challenging the door with a staring contest. His ears listened intently to find out if someone was around. But his senses were number, dull since he had died. There was a whole world of noises he was missing out on now. Especially the sound of heartbeats. Something he would never ever miss. He still couldn’t believe that it was gone. Forever. He felt all right. Not sick and hungry. He had expected hell and ended up in heaven. |