Destiny 3

“If you wanna leave, then go,” Troy said. “I didn’t force you to come here. You came here on your own free –“ He stopped and laughed. “What the fuck ever,” he muttered. “Get outta my house,” he said. He walked back over to his bed. I noticed a tattoo on his lower back, an inch or two above his asscrack. It wasn’t there before. The tattoo was in the shape of a crescent moon, was inked in with the color black. Troy laid back down on the bed, stretching his legs out, placed his hands behind his head, observing me, taunting me. “When you go back to your little white house, do you think everything’s gonna be normal again?” Troy asked with a cunning grin. “You think you’re gonna go back to your school and forget about me?” He laughed. “You won’t forget me. You’ll come back to see me again, very soon-“

The weirdest thing happened. I blinked my eyes, and Troy was no longer lying on the bed, he was kneeling on the ground right in front of me, just as he had been a minute ago. The color of his eyes was too unrealistic. Nobody was supposed to have eyes like that. They were beautiful, but at the same time very disturbing. “And then you’ll be ready.”

I still tasted blood in my mouth. It tasted sour and sweet at the same time. “Ready for what?” I asked, curious, even though I knew I shouldn’t have been. 

Troy leaned in close and I smelled his skin under my nose, much stronger than before. “Your destiny,” he whispered into my ear. The back of my neck tensed. He kissed my right temple. My body was still unnaturally warm. Troy stood up. His dick almost touched my lips as he stood, but it missed, only by half an inch. “One day you won’t be afraid to be touched,” Troy said. Again he walked back toward his bed. Except this time there was no tattoo on his lower back. I was confused.

I looked at my hands again. “How come I feel so different?”

Thunder rattled, making the window tremble, as well as me.

“You’ve always been different,” Troy told me. “You just needed me to show –“

Lightning flashed and brightened the entire room with the brightest white light. Everything around me disappeared, including Troy, and was replaced with snow-colored light. The light blinded me and I couldn’t see anything around me, including myself. I was immersed in the white light for what seemed like forever, when the light was suddenly cut away by darkness. I felt cold and naked, and I couldn’t see anything, but I knew that ‘something’ was around me, watching me, suffocating me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. Everything was dark and empty. I wanted to be able to see, I wanted to be able to move my arms and legs. It felt like I was sinking down into the earth, sinking in slow motion beneath –

And I could see again. Everything was as it should’ve been. I saw a ceiling; I saw the ceiling fan whirling in slow motion. I was lying on soft sheets, in a bed. The air smelled like my bedroom, which for some reason always smells like waffles and worn socks…I sat up in bed. I looked around my bedroom. Everything was nice and neat. My window was slightly open, allowing a breeze to come in. It wasn’t raining outside, in fact, it looked perfect warm and sunny. For a quick moment I thought I had just woken up from a dream, until I looked at my arms.

They were covered in long, deep scratches. It looked like an animal had just torn my arms apart when I was asleep. Frightened, I climbed out of bed and realized I was naked, which is not normal, because I never go to bed without clothes on. But even the fact that I was naked, wasn’t the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that I had deep scratches and bruises covering my whole body, from my neck down to my toes. I looked in the body-length mirror attached to my wall, and I had to keep myself from screaming out loud in horror when I saw how completely ripped and damaged my body appeared. 

“What the fuck happened to me?”

There were three long, deep diagonal scratches from my left shoulder blade to my right hip. 

It didn’t hurt. All these scratches and scrapes and bruises, and none of them felt painful. I couldn’t stop gawking at myself, dumbfounded, in the mirror. Behind me, I saw the reflection of the open window. I tried to come up with ways to explain what happened to me, and one of them was that a cat must’ve come in my room in the middle of the night and scratched the fuck out of me. But that didn’t seem right, because I would’ve felt it. I would’ve woken up. I would still be feeling pain right now. These scratches almost looked like they were just tattoos on my body, almost like a decoration. 

I placed my hand on one of the deep cuts on my chest to see if it would hurt. I really don’t know why I did that, but I did. The scratch felt hard and rough beneath my fingers, but it didn’t hurt. I turned around to see if I had any of those marks on my back, and sure enough I did. But what I saw on my back convinced me that these scratches couldn’t have come from a simple cat; there was a large circle etched right into the center of my back. A circle made out of dried blood. My knees buckled, and I thought I was going to fall to the ground. 

A cold wind brushed into the room, making me feel frigid.

“How the hell could this happen?” I asked my reflection. “I couldn’t have done this myself.”

Troy’s face came to my mind. I thought about his silver eyes and his firm naked body. He wasn’t a dream, was he? I asked myself. That house, those woods, all those things I saw, all those things I shouldn’t have seen, those things were real, weren’t they?

I looked at the clock next to my bedside. It read: 6:32.

Everything around me was so quiet. But I could hear leaves rustling outside.

I gawked at my scratched, naked body and wondered why I didn’t feel any pain. I wondered how all of this could’ve happened. I wondered…

There was a knock on my bedroom door. It startled me and I jumped. My heart raced incredibly fast. “Who’s there?” I called, more than a little nervous.

“James, are you up yet?” I relaxed when I realized it was the voice of my mother. I got nervous again when I remembered I was naked and covered in ugly scars. I ran back to the bed and crawled under the covers. “You need to hurry up and get ready for school.”

“School? I said, “How could it be school today? It’s Sunday.”

My mother opened the door, and I made sure the blankets were up to my chin so that she couldn’t see an inch of me, except my face. “James, let’s not play this game. You know it’s Monday. Get up now.” She saw that the window was open. She walked over to close it, but on the way, she must’ve seen something, because she stopped, bent down on the ground, and picked something up. I couldn’t see what it was that she was holding at first, and then she showed it to me, with a look of concern on her face. It was Troy’s ID card. “Who is this?” It didn’t make sense, because I had seen Troy break that card in half. But on the ID there was his face. I looked at my mother, and she looked at me, and then I looked at the open window, and she looked at the open window.

“I don’t know where that came from,” I told her. 

My mother said something, but the moment she said it, I went completely deaf for a moment. I saw her lips moving, and I know that words were coming out of her mouth, but I couldn’t hear them. The moment her mouth closed, I could hear the leaves rustling outside again. “What did you say?” I asked.

She looked at me quizzically. Once again, she opened her mouth and started to speak, and as she did, her voice was completely drowned out by silence once again. I couldn’t hear a thing she said. One of the scratches on my left arm stung badly all of a sudden, and my eyes widened with pain. Even though I didn’t hear what my mother said, I pretended like I did anyway. “I’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Just let me get dressed right quick.”

My mother looked at me one final time, with an expression of bewilderment. She placed Troy’s ID on the foot of my bed, and as she left, I heard her say, “If your father was still alive, he would he able to help you…” I felt a lump in the back of my throat when I heard that. “Why did you say that?”
My mother turned back around, confused. “Say what? I didn’t say anything?”

“Yeah, you did. I just heard you. You said if dad was still here, he would be able to help me.”

When I told her that, my mother’s jaw dropped. I could tell that she was just completely shocked and didn’t know how to respond. And she didn’t respond. She just hurried out of my room and closed the door behind her. I thought about what she had said, and it hurt. I didn’t understand what she meant by my ‘help me’ as though there was something really wrong with me. But maybe there was something really wrong with me. I couldn’t be all that normal if I were having dreams about sexy-ass silver-eyed dudes, human monsters in the forest, and waking up looking like I had just survived a chainsaw attack. I reached for Troy’s ID card at the foot of my bed and re-read his information again: Troy Jeremiah Channing. Age 20, Date of Birth: January 15, 1984, eye color: Brown. I remembered before it saying that his eyes were gray and not brown. I remembered…

And then I saw something. My arm. I put the ID card down and looked at my arm. There were no scratches. No marks. I checked the underside of my arm, and it too was clear. Frantically, I checked my other arm, and once more no cuts, scrapes, scratches, or bruises. Quickly, I jumped out of bed and ran over to the mirror, to see my naked again.

I looked…and this couldn’t be. It had only been less than five minutes when I just saw myself in the mirror. But my body was completely healed, everywhere…and not only that…in that very short period of time…my body had changed, almost completely. I wouldn’t have ever described myself as being real muscular, but I was toned and in shape. But as I was looking at myself in the mirror, it felt like I was looking at a new version of myself. This new me had larger biceps and triceps, a more developed, muscular chest, more well-defined abs – and I don’t know who this was possible, but my dick looked a lot bigger than it did before. When I it’s soft, my dick is most like four, maybe four and half inches, but now it looked about two, maybe even three inches longer, and an inch thicker than it did before. I know that I couldn’t have been imagining this. This was real. I don’t know how it was real, but it was. I looked so much better, so much stronger, so much more of everything…I knew it was real, but at the same time I was trying to convince myself that it was a dream. I closed my eyes, watching the darkness behind my eyelids, and waiting for this dream to end. I felt the air on my naked back and ass, but I didn’t feel so cold anymore. I felt a lot warmer. I squeezed my eyelids down tighter, not knowing what to expect when I re-opened them.

“You still look scared,” a voice behind me said. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Troy’s. I opened my eyes, and I saw his reflection in the mirror. He was standing in the corner of my room, near the open window and the billowing curtain, and he was staring at me with his silver-colored eyes, naked, with his arms crossed over his chest. I saw that his dick was hard again, and pointed directly at me, as it had been before. I could still smell, even beyond the waffle and sock odor. I could still smell him, and I still wanted to touch and be touched by him. 

“What’s happening to me?” I whispered. The mirror glass in front of me rippled slightly, like a single raindrop that fell into a pond. “What did you do to me?” Even my own voice sounded foreign to me. I turned away from the mirror to look at him. But that was a stupid thing to do. Because he wasn’t there when I turned around. There was just an empty spot where he had once stood, naked, watching me amused. I crossed the room over to the window and finally closed it. I was beginning to feel cold all over again.

To Be Continued…