Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 06:39:59 -0700
From: Aaron . <loveactivist@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Watching You Without Me" Ch. 15

Hokay Kiddies, Thanks go to my Nimmy (again) *muah* Ur the most babe!
Only three more chapters (16, 17, & 18) and the story is done. :( aww
*waves wildly* HI RORIK! *muah*
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"Watching You Without Me"

Aaron DeLorean


*Chapter Fifteen*

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"Can't let you know
What's been happening.
There's a ghost in our home,
Just watching you without me.
I'm not here." --Kate Bush
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	I dove for the alarm "panic" button on the kitchen wall. Brian dove
towards me. Just as I reached for the button, he grabbed my hand, wrenching
it up behind my back. He slammed me against the wall roughly. I felt
something crack in my mouth.
	"Where the FUCK IS HE, FAGGOT?" Brian screamed at me angrily. Blood
trickled from my mouth.
	"He's upstairs. Speaking of faggots, have you looked in the mirror
lately?"  I asked bitterly.
	"Shut the FUCK UP!" He twisted my hand back further.
	The most horrifying cracking sound emitted from my wrist as pain
shot to my head and I was swept into nausea.
	A.J. shuffled into the kitchen with sleep-ridden eyes. He took one
look at Brian pinning me to the wall, blood running down my face. He was
instantly awake.
	"Alex...Help..." I pleaded out to him, barely more than a whisper.
	"What the fuck is going on, Brian?" A.J. demanded, rage clearly
visible in his eyes. Brian turned and smiled with just his mouth.
	"Well, Alexander dear! There you are! SO nice of you too join the
party! I was just about to get rid of the trash!" He exclaimed, grinding
his knee into my tailbone. I cried out painfully as a gray fog washed down
over me. My left arm was going numb. It didn't hurt anymore. That's odd, I
thought to myself disjointedly.
	"Brian! STOP! You have no idea what you're doing! Just let him go,
and we can talk about this, man." I looked into A.J.'s eyes. He didn't know
what to do.  All of his rage, his pain, flooded forth into my mind. The
Force. Brian snarled and slammed my head into the wall. I heard myself cry
out. It did not sound like me. It sounded as if it were coming from
somewhere else.
	"I'm through with fuckin' talking!" Brian screamed, pulling a
boning knife from the kitchen counter, "I'm SO fucking SICK of everybody
thinking I'm some sweet church-boy that communes with God every fucking
second of the day!  Well FUCK THAT! Once the world sees that I've killed
the poor little FUCKING junkie FAG, They'll know! They'll ALL know the REAL
me!" I started crying furiously. I was not scared. I felt no pain. I only
cried. "Then," Brian continued, "We can be together Alexander! We can be
HAPPY! So very happy, Alexander.  Just like we were meant to be. I've
already picked out our kids for adoption, can't you SEE?" he bellowed, his
crazed voice echoing off the surfaces of the kitchen, "We can live a
perfectly happy life together!" He brandished the knife, holding it to my
throat.
	I knew that my only hope was the one person I could count on no
matter how far apart we were. "NIMM!" I called out inside my head. I knew
she would not make it in time, though.
	"Alex, please help me!" I said as best I could. I knew he was
already trying to find a solution. Brian drew the knife up into the air,
and just as he was bringing it down to my neck, A.J. karate-kicked him in
the back, quickly grabbing the knife as Brian went down. A.J. rammed the
knife into Brian's chest before he had a chance to do anything
more. Brian's entire body suddenly tensed, as his mouth gapped open,
gasping for breath.
	"Alexander," he gurgled out, "Does this mean you don't love me?"
A.J.  looked shocked,
	"LOVE YOU?" he yelled, "You were going to KILL Aaron! That is SO
not cool, man!" Brian breathed his last breath; his body went slack,
relaxing as Death rushed to claim his soul.
	I dropped to the floor as my feet suddenly disappeared from under
me.
	"Alex," I whimpered as he rushed over to me.
	"Sweetie, is anything broken?" He asked worriedly.
	"I-I'm not sure." I stuttered out in shock.
	"Shhh, don't talk, we need to get you to the hospital."
	The alarm suddenly went off, loudly proclaiming the danger that had
been thrust into our lives only moments before. Nimm never failed. A.J.'s
face began to blur, as the room got darker.
	"I didn't know you knew karate." I said evenly as sirens wailed in
the distance.
	I closed my eyes, and passed out.


*To Be Continued*

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