We'll Let The Fires Just Bathe Us

My heart started beating faster than a hummingbird’s.
“The one in the corner wants you Alex. He wants your white and red. Don’t let him have it Alex. For the love of god, don’t let him take you.”
“Who is he?” I asked.
“The one in the corner is looking at you. You are being watched. You are always being watched.” She croaked. I couldn’t see anything but I swear there was something there who was inspecting my every detail. I could tell by the way the hair on my neck raised, how I felt like I was being crushed, and the way it felt like someone was intently staring at me without blinking.
“Who is he?” I repeated.

“He stalks you, you are his prey.
So now be careful, fast comes the day
When he no longer stays inside the corner
And drags you down to the Fourth Quarter” She said before laughing.

Then she started repeating the blood-chilling poem in a singsong voice,

“He stalks you, you are his prey.
So now be careful, fast comes the day
When he no longer stays inside the corner
And drags you down to the Forth Quarter”

I’d had enough. I very slowly backed out of the room, keeping a very close eye on the corner the lady was staring at. I tell you I nearly jumped out of my motherfucking skin when I backed into Jack. I looked up expecting to see him glaring at me but instead his stare was locked on that corner.

What is fucking in the fucking corner?

His expression was one mixed with many emotions but anger and fear stood out the most. He grabbed my waist and pulled me behind him, shielding me with his body. I couldn’t feel the horrible paranoia of someone watching me anymore but the feeling of intense danger was still heavy.
“You can’t have him.” Jack voice was steady and cool. A cold feeling creeped up my spine before turning into a horrible burning sensation. I cried out and fell to the ground. Jack shut the door hard and took me in his arms. He carried me up the stairs quickly and cleared the kitchen table before laying me on top of it. He ripped my shirt in two and inspected my back.
“Stay here.” He muttered before racing off. I gripped the sides of the table to brace myself against the burning pain that was spreading. I could imagine my skin charring and flaking off. Jack returned and then something cold was placed on my skin causing me to relax as the burn quickly ebbed off.
Soon I felt nothing, it was as if nothing happened.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked, gingerly sitting up.
“What the fuck Alex, I should be asking you that question!” He snarled making me roll my eyes. “You can’t go down there!”
“You never told me not to! Now why are there people down there? Why are they crazy? Did you do your weird Hell thingy on them and turned their fruit basket into a smoothie? What the everliving fuck was in the motherfucking corner? What the fuck just happened to me? Did you do your Hell thing on me? If so, Devon was so over exaggerating. What did you do to make it stop? What the fuck is-“
“COULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?” He screamed. I sighed and crossed my arms when my voice no longer worked.
“Damn it Alex fuck you. You should be showing me more respect.”
“Respect is earned. You don’t have people’s respect, you have their fear.” I snapped, forcing the words out of my mouth.
“Anyway” He continued with a warning tone, “Yeah I did do my ‘weird Hell thingy’ on them, believe me you don’t want to know what was in that corner, the thing in the corner started burning you, to make it stop I poured my blood onto you.” He said and it wasn’t till then that I realized he had a bloody wrist.
“Fuck.” I whispered and grabbed his uncut arm. I rushed him over to the sink and turned on the cold water. “Stay there.” I ordered.
“Isn’t it me who’s supposed give the orders?” He asked.
“Shut up and stay put.” I replied and rushed off to my bathroom, I’d found a first-aid kit in there this morning. I grabbed the bandages and antiseptic and rushed back down. I grabbed a hand towel and turned off the water, dabbing his wrist dry. Then I put a generous amount of antiseptic on the wound and carefully wrapped it up.
“Okay now that that’s done, I’m pretty sure I do want to know what was in the corner and what do you mean he started burning me?” I asked, tying off the bandage.
“He touched you a certian way causing your skin to burn, if I had’t poured my blood onto your skin, you would’ve burned to death without the fire.”
“Okay so why did you save me?” I asked.
“1. Because I paid a fuck ton of money for you. 2. Because you aren’t afraid of me and it’s entertaining, and 3. Because he wants you. And if he wants you, that means I want you more.”

Notes

Title Cred: House Of Wolves by My Chemical Romance


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