34. Mirage
MIRAGE
I inhaled the cool night air, allowing it to fill my lungs as I stood in the dark forest. It felt good to be back. Fucking off hadn’t been as much fun as it typically was. I’d spent the last few weeks itching to get back to Rinny.
I bounded through the forest and headed straight for my dorm.
Don’t fuck this up.
Fuck you. I can handle it.
I hope so. If you mess this up…
I won’t. I know what’s at stake.
I darted to the elevator and straight to my room, where I threw the door open.
My eyes locked on Rinny’s.
Within moments, she was off the bed and in my arms. I inhaled her sweet scent deeply, my fingers in her hair, as we hugged one another.
“Rinny,” I murmured. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
She responded by pulling away and cradling my face over my rabbit mask.
“I got you something,” I said, taking my bag off my back and digging through it. I brought out a black rabbit mask and handed it to her. I watched as her eyes lit up.
“I thought you’d like it,” I said, grinning at her.
She nodded and slid it over her face and peered at me through it.
“You look perfect, my pirate princess.” I adjusted the mask a bit. She smiled at me, her lips exposed. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She slid onto it and patted the spot beside her as Shadow shifted over a little to make more room.
“Is this the bunny club?” he asked, eyeing us both in our masks.
“Jealous you’re not part of it?” I smiled at him.
“Maybe a little,” he answered, shooting me a quick grin. “I’m glad you’re back. I’ve actually missed you.”
“Aw, I missed you, too,” I said, actually meaning it. Being locked away for so long helped me appreciate life more.
“What are we going to do tonight?” Shadow asked.
“I was thinking we’d just hang out. Maybe watch some movies,” I said.
“I hope it’s not more bug bullshit,” Shadow muttered.
“Well,” I cocked my head to the right. “We could if you’re into that. I was thinking we could let Rinny pick, though.”
“Don’t pick a bug movie,” Shadow pleaded, taking her hand in his. “I’m begging you.”
Her pretty pink lips quirked up as she took the remote from him. I watched as she navigated to Lord of the Rings. Shadow breathed out a sigh of relief and snuggled deeper in the blankets. I followed, wanting to hold Sirena, but I knew it wasn’t our time right now, even if Asylum had gotten lucky a time or two. I could handle the distance.
Liar.
I know.
Well, at least you don’t deny it.
What can I say? I’m a work in progress.
I shook the voice away and relaxed deeper into the pillows. If my Rinny wanted to watch elves, orcs, and dwarves, who was I to argue?
* * *
I forgot how fucking much classes at Chapel Crest sucked. I trudged through the halls after dealing with more religious shit than I had the energy for, all while people kept their distance from me, whispering how my personalities had flipped again.
I was used to that. You didn’t run around as a diagnosed schizophrenic with multiple personalities and not get used to people giving you the side-eye like you were going to snap and do what the voices in your head told you to do.
I told you to rub one out this morning.
I swear to fuck…
What? You’ll actually get off?
Shut up.
Speaking of getting off. You need to help Shadow with his issues. Build his tolerance.
How the fuck do we do that?
I don’t know. You’re a smart rabbit. You’ll figure it out.
I shook my head, silencing the voice, and stopped outside the class where Sirena was with Sister May.
Sister May…
I cocked my head to the right as I nibbled on my carrot. I didn’t like any of the nuns here. Hell, I didn’t really like any officials here. They were all trash. Each one would meet their demise soon enough.
With Dante keeping the rabbit population down, the wolves were hungry. That brightened my day, at least.
“Seth,” Sully’s voice met my ears.
I immediately bristled and slowly looked over at him as he approached. With his hair slicked back, his expensive suit on, and that smirk on his fucking face, all I could think was that he looked like a dick with ears.
He stopped in front of me.
“Mr. Cain, why aren’t you in therapy?”
“I am,” I said dully. “Being alone is my therapy. You’re ruining it.”
Sully chuckled darkly. “My office. Now.”
I ground my teeth, but I did need to get into his office, so maybe this was a godsend. I pushed off the wall I was leaning against and followed him to his office. He whistled as he glided down the hall, and I took the opportunity to send a text to Shadow to let him know where I was headed and to get Sirena.
We made it inside Sully’s office minutes later, and he closed the door behind me and gestured for me to take a seat. I did so and stared at him as he perched on the edge of his desk and stared me down.
“Is therapy not working?”
“I already told you that you ruined it.”
He said nothing for a moment as he studied me. “Take the rabbit mask off.”
I glared at him through the opening for the eyes, but didn’t remove the mask.
He sighed and reached forward to remove it for me, but I grabbed his hand and got to my feet.
“Ever heard of the phrase fuck around and find out ?” I snarled at him, my hand fisted tightly around his wrist.
“You forget your place,” he said, jerking his arm from my hold. “You work for me?—”
“I work for Everett Church, not fucking you,” I snapped back at him, lying through my damn teeth. I was a free agent as far as I was concerned, but if I needed to be assigned to someone to work for, it would be Rinny. Everything we did was in her name.
“Yes, well, new orders.” He pushed off his desk and went around it before pulling open a drawer and grabbing a paper. He thrust it into my face when he moved to stand in front of me again.
I stare down at Everett’s tidy scrawl.
Sylar is yours to command.
“Great.” I wadded the paper up and threw it at him. It bounced off his chest and landed on the floor. “But I’m not fucking Sylar. I’m Seth.”
“You’re a diagnosed schizophrenic with varying charming personalities. At the heart of it all, you’re Sylar Cain, and you now officially belong to me.
I ground my teeth at his words, desperate to choke the life out of him with my carrot.
“Then what would you have me do, master ?” I said through clenched teeth.
“I’m glad you asked.” His lips turned up like the Cheshire Cat as he rubbed his cock over his pants. My stomach twisted at the implications.
“I’m not sucking your dick,” I said immediately.
His gaze raked over me lazily. “I’ll suck yours,” he offered softly.
“Do you think I’m so fucking hard up for pussy that I’d accept your cocksucker on my dick?” I laughed at him and bit into my carrot.
“Fine. I want to watch you fuck Sirena Lawrence again.”
I bristled at his words. “Not fucking happening.”
“Why not? I know she’s staying in your dorm with you. You’re a rule breaker.” He wagged his finger at me. “I know you have Mr. Andrews in your room, too.” He settled back on the desk and stared at me. “I also know Sirena and the watchers are on the outs, which means she’s keeping your bed warm. You’ve already fucked her, so what’s wrong with letting me watch? It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”
My hands trembled as I forced myself not to gut the prick.
“No,” I whispered.
“Final answer?”
I glared at him wordlessly.
“Fine. But don’t get mad when I tell Everett where you’re keeping the little whore and what you’re doing with her. I can’t be held responsible for his actions. After all, we both know how badly he wants her. Funny he thinks he can take her from his son and fuck her to make himself a happy little family.”
I said nothing, absorbing his words.
“Everett always gets what he wants. Of course, I can prolong that from happening if you just let me watch.”
“I’d rather fucking shit in my hands and clap that give you any satisfaction.”
He stood and got in my face, his nose nearly touching mine. “Be a good boy, Sylar, or when I’m rewarded for handing him your whore, I’ll be sure to let her watch me fuck your tight little ass. I bet you scream so fucking pretty.”
I ground my teeth so hard I thought they’d snap off in my mouth as he rubbed my dick over my pants, his breathing heavy.
Flashbacks of my stepfather entered my mind. His touch. His hot breath on my skin. The way he moaned.
“Do you get hard for her, Sylar? Hmm?” He continued in a soft rasp. “Can she make this big dick hard? Maybe she can show me how she does it.”
I shoved his hand away so fast it was a whirlwind before my hands landed in the center of his chest. I knocked him back so hard, he tripped and fell to his ass, his head bouncing off the edge of his desk.
My chest heaved with each breath I brought in.
Easy. Fucking easy. Don’t kill him. Endure. We have to endure… for her. To kill them all, endure…
The voice was a rush through my head.
I swallowed hard and backed away from the mess of a man on the floor.
“Everett will know about this,” he called out as I approached the door. “You will be punished.”
I stopped at the door and turned to face him.
“Do it and see what happens. You think Sister Devon’s disappearance was random? You’ll fucking join her.”
He visibly swallowed and wiped at the blood on the side of his head.
“I’ll be the one to fucking kill you. Don’t try me.” And with those words, I opened the door and stepped out.
I rushed from the office and didn’t stop until I was in the men’s room, vomiting into the toilet.
I fucking hated Chapel Crest.