The Mystic Within Chapter Two

(Part 2 from 2. Fiction.)

This could be interesting. I used to have those superhero or super monster fantasy. If I could transform myself into some kind of super strength life form and possessed the ultimate dexterity together with solid hard leather skin. “Wow!” this was so much fun, what would I do then. Perhaps I would do something evil…I would first like to sleep with the person l like. Whom should I go for…suddenly, the image of Eddie’s beautiful manhood came into my mind. I could still remember the moment he came out from the shower. The water drops on his muscular and fitly curved body made his body even more tempting and lustful for me to lick it for him. What’s more tempting was the water dripping from his charming and exquisite manhood. ”Mmmm…” I would definitely take up his sweet, and lovely gorgeous manhood in my hand and… “Ouch!” not again, I accidentally hurt myself. The pain had brought me back to reality. “Oh no, what was I thinking about. I’m not a gay, not, definitely not a gay.” I tried to assure myself. Well, there seemed to be a problem. “Oh…Hell…” I was still unwrapping the bandage, and looked like there was no end for it. I never thought the bandage was so cheap and until the length of the bandage on my head was long enough to wrap a mummy. Finally, the moment of truth had come and I could see the stain of my blood. “What the heck…my blood…my…blood…is…my…blood…is…is…RED!!!” A sudden great relief coming out of my mouth. My blood was red, it’s red. So it meant I was normal, I wasn’t an alien. This meant I was having hallucination. “Yes…it sure was a hallucination.” I said to myself. Then I quickly wrapped my head and went to bed.

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Morning light had gently crept into my room. The smooth and cooling breeze was sent by God to refresh my room and brought me back to life. I slowly opened my eyes, and saw the sky was beautifully decorated with clouds and birds. The chipping of the birds had replaced the scenic atmosphere with harmonic symphony, what a lovely new day to start with.

“Morning honey, how are you feeling today?” Mom greeted with compassion tone.

“Hi mom. Where’s dad?” Surprisingly dad didn’t come together with mom.

“Oh your dad had some businesses to deal with. He said he will come to see you this afternoon.” Mom had brought some flowers and she carefully put them in a beautiful handcrafted vase.

“Ok…”Luckily dad didn’t come. I had had enough of his commanding speech.

“Well, see these flowers? They’re from Mrs. Senneth. She heard about you this morning when I was about to go out. She really cares for you dear, I’m so glad we have Mr. and Mrs. Senneth for neighbor. Aren’t they beautiful?” said mom with admired expression on her face as she arranged the flowers.

“Oh! Yes…they are. By the way mom, who found me passed out in the bathroom yesterday?”


“Oh honey you were so lucky yesterday. It was Mr. Parker who found you lying on the floor. Oh dear, I just couldn’t imagine what would happen to you if it Mr. Parker wasn’t there in time. You know you were bleeding seriously and blood was all over your head and body…and…Oh…” Mom started sobbing again.

“Mom…Mom…don’t cry…it’s ok now…after all, dad said I just had a minor bleeding…” I tried to comfort mom; she’s really a passionate woman I’d ever met.

“Oh…don’t you listen to your dad. How could he say minor bleeding, you were covered in blood for God’s sake…” and she’s about to raise her voice to knock me out again. Women, just like to exaggerate, a small wound could become serious injury.

“Oh mom, it’s alright now. See, I’m still alive and I still can talk to you. Stop crying now” I reached out my hand and tried to wipe away her tears.

“Well…have you had your breakfast yet, I’ll get you something to eat. I’ll be right back soon” mom hurriedly got up and leaved the room.

“Ok…I’ll wait for you” I said loudly. So it was Mr. Parker found me in the bathroom. Mr. Parker was our chemistry lab assistance. He’s a 32-year-old guy with dark brown hair, blue eyes and about 6’ 3”. He was one of the guys I admired so much in the college because he was really good with his stuff and he never bluffed it. He liked jogging and swimming cause most of the time when I was leaving I could see him jogged around the campus. Man, I could tell you his leg was so firm and big, and his chest was broad and strong. Sometimes, he went to do some work out in the gym and of course I was there as well. I had a conception that he liked to wear tight pants, cause there were times when he was working out, you could see the outline of his manhood. It was so clear and big. I roughly made an estimation that his part was about 5’ and there were times where I accidentally saw his private part in limp to half erection state, man, it was about 7’. I just couldn’t imagine it when it was fully erected. Well, you really couldn’t deny he was such a good-looking guy. I’d heard someone in the college made a study about the campus most good looking and talented guy and he was in the rank of top 10. Perhaps you might think since I was in his class, I could get a lot of chances to get close to him. Well, firstly there were not a chance cause all the girls in the class were like bees trying to stay with the honey and secondly I wasn’t gay, was I? Well…I thought so and there was no chance for me to like guy, was there? 

Anyway, no matter how good-looking he was, he’s my savior. He saved me and I just needed to thank him when I went back to college, that’s all I needed to do. What about bought him a lunch? Asked him came over to our house for a dinner? Arrwghh…it’s making me headache.

“Wait a minute…” I whispered to myself. What if during the incident I wasn’t having hallucination, that my blood was indeed blue and Mr. Parker found me there. 

“He…saw…it…didn’t he?” I murmured. He must have seen it if my blood was blue, has he? And Eddie…he said something strange about my blood…was he seeing the same thing I saw?

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