"We're both cursed, in a way."
We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?
"Don't listen to a word I say" [little talks - Of Monsters and Men]
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HIS lips were sloppy on hers, the connection never breaking as Mack shrugged his jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Kai's shirt was to come off next, joining their discarded clothes in a pile. Mack's knees hit the back of the bed, sending her body tumbling into the sheets and soon joined by Kai's.
His hands were everywhere and nowhere, exploring her body as if they hadn't just fucked in his car. They both froze at the sound of bang from downstairs.
"What was that?" Mack asked, frightened.
"Nothing. Probably just the wind." Kai dismissed, leaning down to leave kisses all over her neck. Another bang.
"Kai." Mack scolded, pushing him off her and sitting up. Bang bang bang. She looked to Kai, who held a finger up to his lips and slowly climbed off the bed, throwing her his shirt which Mack was quick to put on. He crept to the door, but not before quietly pulling something out of his dresser drawer. The small stone confused Mack, even more so when it began to glow orange in his hand and his face contorted with pleasure. He opened his eyes again, discarding the stone.
Kai wandered down the hall, the stairs letting off creaks as he walked down them. The shadow in the kitchen was illuminated by the pale moon light, outlined in silver. It raised a hand, walking forward so it's face was in the light.
"Malachai. I was hoping to find you." A deep, almost familiar voice spoke. "You're father - our leader - still chooses to let you live, an abomination. Someone like you should have never been born, let alone allowed a life." Kai's hand was raised too now. "Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum" the figure began to chant.
Kai doubled over, clutching his head in pain and screaming loudly.
"If Joshua won't kill you, I will." His voice was menacing, Kai was on so much pain he couldn't muster the words for a simple 'ves matas'
Then the pain stopped. Kai slowly looked up from where he was hunched down on the floor. What he saw shocked him, Mack was wrestling with the witch, trying to get him away from Kai. But she was overpowered, and the witch soon had her slammed against the wall with a hand around her neck. She kicks and scratched but he didn't let up. Kai raised his hand, anger seeping into his expression.
"Motus." The witch flew back and one of the cupboards, causing a loud crash when some pans fell from the shelf above. Mack's head smacked against the wall as she fell, her vision soon fleeting and the last thing she remembered were the shouts of Kai and the stranger.
... Confused. That's how Mack felt when she woke up. Confused at why she was in a bed. Confused as to whose bed and whose room. Confused about what happened. But worst of all, confused about what the fuck Kai did. Mack's attention was captured by the door handle slowly turning, revealing a sympathetic looking Kai holding a damp washcloth when it opened.
