Strings Of Fate

Chapter 12: Tangled strings

                          Angel could no longer sleep and so he decided to get up from the mattress. He was unable to sleep, to begin with, it was still dark out and it was still early morning. The birds hadn't even woke up and it was eerily quiet in the darkness of his apartment...As he walked over to the closed bedroom door the cold hair nipped at his exposed legs and arms as he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt he didn't remember changing into.

The creaking of the door filled the silence as he walked along the cold wooden floors. He wrapped his arms around himself as it felt strangely colder than usual as if winter had suddenly come and was in his apartment. As he breathed he could see his breath in front of him...

The floors creaked as he walked down the hall and into the main living room and kitchen. His tired eyes looked up and he jumped back when he found a silhouette sitting in his armchair. But the black silhouette frame was engulfed in a soft red glow...their form appeared inhuman as they seemed much taller and larger than himself.

Two large red eye sockets stared at him with no exact emotion and a large grin of the same color spread across its black, inky face, at least he assumed it was a face. Something of a leg folded over the other as two arms, from the looks of it, leaned on the arms of the chair with the claws exposed as they hung off.

This creature...he had seen them before but he didn't know from where. It felt familiar to him all the same as the racing of his heart filled his ears and he found himself having a staring contest with the creature.

He should have feared it, should have felt the need to run, hide, scream, but none of that was the case. He only felt himself walking closer to the creature and as he stopped just a foot away from it, the creature leaned forward in the armchair extending its hand to him.

Angel shied away at first but felt a longing to take the creature's hand as if he were being pulled in its direction.

Hesitant at first he slowly reached out one of his hands towards the creature somehow knowing he would be okay in doing this. His fingers lingered on the creature's long claws before slowly sliding into the palm of its hand, it was so much larger than his own. His fingers were half the size of the creatures and the same could be said for his hand.

As their hands made contact Angel shrunk back, fearful of what was to happen next. Yet, not the sound of thousands of screams were heard when their hands met but instead... Soft jazz began to play from somewhere in the apartment despite Angel not owning a record player. His shoulders slumped down as he relaxed a bit and his gaze traced back to the creature above him.

The creature looked at Angel as the large smile that famed its face shrunk into a more tame one that wasn't nearly as creepy. Angel let out a shaky breath between his lips as his arm was tugged forward gently by the creature. He glanced down below what he assumed to be his torso and looked at his lap and then back up to the creature who tilted it's head curiously.

Angel allowed himself to be tugged onto the creature's lap sitting sideways and his hand still lingered in the creatures loosely. He suddenly felt tired, more tired than he had in a very long time and it was as if sleep had come to claim him. He was slowly leaning against the creature's supposed chest and as he did he suddenly felt...warm...at peace.

He liked this feeling...he wanted to continue to feel this feeling forever.

...But he knew that wouldn't happen.

The streams of tears dampened his cheeks as his breathing became uneven...he flinched away from the creature's chest when its other hand came near his face and he froze on contact. A claw came up, caressing his cheek and ever so gently wiping away at the tears that streamed down his face. Angel's breath shook as he found himself leaning into its touch, he slowly leaned back against its chest, the warmth returning and he welcomed it.