Tous les moulins de mon cœur
TW : Violence, incredible cliffhanger
The characters belong to Gatobob.
Mike was awakened by loud music. Brutal metal echoed loudly throughout the apartment, and his heart raced in shock and surprise. This is my music, he thought, still groggy with sleep and fatigue. It was indeed his fucking music, his playlist, screaming all the way to his room.
He caught his breath. His limbs were still sore from the night before. The cuts burned him, and the aches crept into him up to the back of his neck. The precarious position of his body and the impossibility of moving alone became real torture.
And above all, he was thirsty and hungry. His stomach twisted in pain. He realized he hadn't eaten anything since leaving the desert.
A vague concern crossed his mind. What if he just forgot him here? What if he was starving and thirsty? Impossible. However, far gone he was, Jace wouldn't have let such a thing happen. Judging by the light filtering through the curtains, it was probably already late in the evening. He had slept so long...
He was still deep in thought when the door swung open. He was so scared that he almost fell and took the chair in the fall. The thing inhabiting Jace's body grinned. « Hi buddy. Slept well ? »
Mike could barely hear her over the music. « What?? »
The other frowned and barely approached when there was a knock on the door. Mike sank back into the chair. This is my chance. Someone’s coming for me. I'm fucking saved.
« Jace » hesitated for a moment and left the room. But what if he was arrested? How do I explain that? Oh, I summoned a demon during a manhunt, and he's possessed my best friend ever since. Everything's fine. No problem.
The thing stopped short in front of his door and turned to him, looking grimly amused. « If you scream, it's your tongue that will say hello to the knife. Understood darling? »
Mike nodded slowly. He had no doubt what this creature was capable of doing to him. To him or to his neighbors. Not that he gave a damn, but the situation was a little out of control. His door was slammed shut, and he heard the front door open. The voices were muffled by the music, but that of his hippie neighbor reached him louder than the rest. « It's not an hour to blast up your fucking music! »
He had never seen this guy get upset in several years of living here. That said, he barely said hello to him in the morning when he left for work. « Jace » chuckled over the din. The door slammed again. The volume of the music finally lowered, and the pains in his head subsided as well.
He looked almost relieved when the creature returned to his room. They stared at each other for a long time, and the thing was the first to break the silence. He didn't feel authorized to speak. « Good boy… It could've gotten really messy. »
He questioned him with a brief nod of his chin. « Are you comfortable? »
Mike winced and looked away. The other ended up smiling even more widely. « You have the right to speak, huh. I'm not going to eat you. »
He approached, gripped his injured leg tightly with one hand. Mike hissed in pain. « I'm going to end up finding you really boring. »
He understood from the tone of his voice that this was not a good thing. He decided to change strategy and stared at him despite the pain and a few cuts that were starting to bleed again.
« No, I'm not well. I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, my back is fucking hurting, my ass too, and I have to pee. » He immediately blamed himself for being so cynical. That was how he behaved with Jace. Not with... That damn thing is stealing his body. But it was too late, and the rage flowed from his mouth like stagnant water. « I traveled in the trunk, you smashed my legs, and you're embedding yourself in my buddy's body. How do you think I feel? Think I'm having a fucking good time here, maybe? No. I'm terrified and so sick of this shit ! Free me so we can find a solution so that you can piss off someone else. »
It was more words than he had spoken in two days, and his throat was begging him to stop. He ended his tirade with a horribly harsh fit of coughing. Silence set in, and unease grew within him. It was as if the creature was taking the time to analyze every word. Was he talking to Jace inside? Mike didn't dare break the silence. Maybe this was his chance to get away. The thing clicked its tongue. « Don't move, I'll be back. »
Mike rolled his eyes when « Jace » turned his back on him. As if he could go anywhere. He took his pain patiently until the thing returned, ceremonial knife in hand. Mike jumped. Not that. Not again.
He was already certain that the scars on his legs would fester any moment now. They hadn't disinfected the blade after the sacrifice. His blood now mingled with that of other people. His cells and his essence embraced those of Jack and an innocent victim. Thus, he felt a little closer to them. Closer to the dead than to the living.
He had always taken great care to appear invisible to the eyes of the living. He was as discreet as a shadow and lived locked up within his four walls most of the time. He often worked at night. An easy job, not too annoying. Something to put money aside. He sympathized at concerts and found a few lovers from time to time. But everything looked bland compared to his friendship with Jace.
No taste, no flavor. They were all like ghosts. Mike bit his lip. If he hadn't withdrawn so much into himself, if he had bonded, perhaps he wouldn't have been abandoned to his fate today.
But there was only Jace. Always. And now there was no one. All alone.
The tape was cut, and his leg was freed. He had gone so long in his mind, attempting to flee from the upcoming pain, that he had not seen the thing do it. The tape pulled out a few hairs along the way, but that was nothing compared to the day before. He rested his aching legs on the ground. They were shaking, weak as cotton. It was his hands' turn to be freed, and he rubbed his irritated wrists. « Here, drink a little. I don't want you to dry out. »
He eagerly threw himself on the glass of water and gulped it down. The water dripped down his chin, and the thing that came to wipe him. It was too soft to be honest, and he backed away cautiously. « Can I eat...?
- Softer when you want something huh ? »
He offered him a candy bar. They didn't have anything better. They rarely do the grocery shopping, especially before leaving for their annual trip. The food struggled to pass the barrier of his throat and fell heavily on his stomach. « Jace » was still watching him very carefully. He seemed to be expecting something from him, and Mike stopped eating. « ... What? »
He hid his legs against him, in case the other wanted to hurt him again. « You're yelling about your friend, but you seem closer than that. Otherwise, he wouldn't be struggling in there so much. Really, really close... »
What seemed fascinating to the creature deeply bothered him. He preferred not to answer and evade the subject. Denial was sometimes very convenient. A small "friendly" slap waved his cheek. « Anyway, you can leave if you want. I never said you weren't allowed to leave...
The hope in his voice made the twinkling green pupils glow. He scowled. « ... You lie. You're kidding me, you'll kill me if I go out.
- Won't you try your luck? »
He went behind the chair and rolled it forward so quickly that Mike tipped over and was forced to stand facing the door. The creature whispered in his pierced ear. « I'll stay there very quietly, I promise. It was just for fun, you know... I'm very grateful to you for freeing me... »
He touched a piercing in his ear with amusement. Mike stepped forward, a lock of black hair caressing the creature's palm.
It's a fucking trap. A trap, a trap, a trap. Stop being stupid.
He opened the bedroom door. Barely a few steps separated him from the corridor of the building. The apartment was not very big. He was good enough for both of them.
He’ll KILL you. He'll kill you and bury you, and you'll end up like Jack and everyone else in the desert. Run. Run. RUN.
The heaviness on his back was immeasurable. An invisible thread connected him to the bedroom. He didn't turn around. If he turned around, the spell would be broken. If he turned around, he wouldn't have the courage to run away. It seemed to him that the thing behind his back was moving, smiling even more. He’s coming for you.
Sulfur smell and deadly eyes.
He stopped breathing and rushed down the hall. The few meters seemed endless. He bumped violently into the door frame and tripped over a forgotten pair of sneakers. His mind was screaming to burst his eardrums.
He was one step from the front door. His fingers were already looking for the doorknob.
Oh, and what about Jace then ?
The voice cut him off. He stood paralyzed, about to open the door. He could still tackle everything and leave. Get the police or some exorcists. Jace was doomed anyway.
He realized he was shaking, amost peeing himself. His vision was blurry. He rejected the idea with all his might. But the voice behind him had regained its natural accent. No longer honeyed, no longer dangerously cruel. Something more human.
It was just Jace's voice.
He let go of the doorknob and finally managed to turn around. Messy hair, big blue eyes—Jace gave him a stare devoured by incomprehension. Something like pain passed through his eyes. Mike opened his mouth, remained silent. He didn't know what to say.
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