11 TRANCE WILSON: History

“What is going on, Trance? You’ve never been called to the headmaster’s office before in your entire life and now you’ve been called twice?! This time, you kissed a BOY in public!” My mom rumbled. The noise of her high-pitch voice is hurting my ears.

“Yeah,” I simply answered her nonchalantly. That sends her further into rage.

“Can you believe him?!” My mom asked my father furiously. My father lost for words. He is torn in two. Looking into his heart, he is feeling pity towards me for everything that had happened and he thought that what I did at school was probably just me being rebellious. I have this ability ever since I woke up from the coma, you know? I can look into people’s heart and know what they’re feeling. I also noticed that I am also a lot stronger and faster. William said he had lent me some of the devil’s ability to help me get my revenge. I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse.

My father was about to speak when I stood up abruptly and walks to the door. “Don’t worry. Soon, I will not be a burden to you anymore,” I said as I open the door and get out into the dark, cold night outside. I heard my mom crying in the arms of my father. Why is she crying? I can’t feel bad for what I did or said. I have no soul. How can I feel anything? The best I can do is to ignore them. It’s annoying.

I know where I’m heading to. I’m going to William’s ‘fake’ house. He’s dangerous and unpredictable but he’s the only one I can trust. If he’s going to kill me there and then, I would not even care anymore. He should just quickly get rid of that soul of mine. That soul is making me having second thoughts. I hate having second thoughts. I hate the old me. I hate the nice me.

“Trance!” I heard someone calling me as I passed by the field. I turn around and saw Peter huffing for air. He must’ve jogged to catch up to me just now. I look at him with little interest and put on a face like I was saying ‘what do you want?’ at him. He looks at me in the eye for a moment, struggling to find a word to say. He opens and closes his mouth repeatedly like there’s something he really wanted to say to me but it got choked at his throat. Finding no meaning to stand there waiting, I turn back around quickly to head back to where I was going. “Wait!” Peter called as he grabs my arms and pulls me for a turn to look at him.

“What, Peter? Asking for another push from me?” I said, skeptically, reminding him that I had pushed him back to the lockers a few days back. He is still gripping my wrist tightly.

“I… I’m sorry…” He finally managed to say what he’s been trying to say.

“For what?” I asked, pretending to be stupid at first but then I glare at him. “Oh… for raping me with your friends and beating me to death, is that it?” I chuckle cynically at that question by me. “Yeah.. ‘sorry’ should make up for it,” I said sarcastically.

He looks like he’s really feeling guilty. Looking into his heart, yes, he is feeling guilty. But I could not care less about that. “I… Look, Trance… I…” he could not finish his words.

“Let me go,” I ordered him casually to let go of my hand.

“Trance…” he called me. “I still love you,” he said. “You and I have history, do you remember?” He asked, probably thinking that I really had lost some of my memories.

“Oh yeah… that’s it. We’re ‘history’… Remember?” I asked him back. In a way, that tells him that I still remember, of course. And that it had ended.

“You broke up with me. I was furious! That’s why I did it. The original plan was that I would be the only one to rape you but they joined in. I didn’t know how to react. I couldn’t stopped them,” Peter is trying to back himself up which only sounded much like a selfish statement from a bastard.

Something stirs up in me. It’s anger and also… sadness… “Let me go. You’re disgusting me!” I said without any effort of trying to pull my hand away from his grip. Tears build up in my eyelids. Why do I have these? Why am I feeling? Shit! William must be near-by. My soul… it must be near-by. “Are you asking for a punch, Peter?! I said let go!!” I shouted at Peter.

With some hesitance, he lets go of my wrist that he was gripping. Tears stream down from my face. Peter has tears on his face too. “I’m sorry…” Peter said in a broken voice.

I fight my own feeling the best that I could. It’s troublesome because I knew at that moment, I had almost, almost… going to be nice and forgive him again. Like many, many times before. I had forgiven him many, many times before. No. Not this time. “‘Sorry’. Would not. Change a thing!!!” I yelled in anger towards him. “I’m not who I was anymore. You’re going to get what you deserve,” I warned, turning around, and quickly walking away. I realize instantly of what was happening back there. The emotions that I had no control over. I’m going to punch William silly for this when I find him. He made me ‘feel’. I hate it. I hate it! I HATE IT!

12 PETER JENNINGS: Selfish

I did this every time. Watching him leave broken and crying… Watching him suffer… I did this every time… What a coward! What a jerk I am! What a selfish jerk I am! And the worst part is, I can’t even stop myself from being that way. What the hell is wrong with me?

We were close back in junior high. We were best friends since middle school. I realize of that. But at the last year of Junior High, I got accepted into the football team. I got accepted by the popular kids. I was popular. And no one can know that all this while, Trance Wilson, the school nerd, the nobody, was my boyfriend. So, I bullied him to assure my new friends that there’s nothing going on between us. They didn’t know that I’m gay. They didn’t know of that little history between me and Trance. They just thought that I dumped him as my best friend because Trance didn’t deserve to be my friend anymore. Because I was one of them.

But Trance was the nicest person on earth. He went along with me bullying him and where no one can see, we were still lovers. He accepted my fears. He accepted my selfishness. He was the nicest person. I was the worst. He accepted me for who I am. I did not accept him for who he was. I am still the worst.

I realize I am being a ruthless idiot, but I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to lose the popularity I had right now. God, it was horrible. I can’t forget what I’ve done to Trance. I can’t forgive myself. I understand if he can’t forgive me too. The worst part is that I still love him and I still let myself be the jerk that I was. I can’t stop. I just can’t stop myself. God, I really hate myself. The whole of last year passed by like a nightmare to me.

I didn’t see him for the whole year since he was in coma. I snuck into the hospital to check on him sometimes and then went back home crying and banging my head to the wall. I began to get into a new habit of burning my body with a cigarette. The burning sensation on my skin helps me forget. It helps me to feel bad about myself. It makes me feel like I can make it up to Trance by hurting myself. How pathetic.

And now, I can’t stop crying. Why the hell am I crying? Am I feeling sorry for myself or for Trance? Maybe both. He seems to be just fine now. He had that guy. Damn it! Seeing them together makes my skin crawl. If I were to do the same, coming out of the closet with him like that, would people have accepted us? Fuck, I hate having these feelings. He really hates me now. He was disgusted by me. Yeah! He should! I am disgusted by me too.

Trance… My sweet Trance… I’d want nothing in this entire world than your forgiveness. But for now, I’m going to go burn myself with the cigarette… The pain makes me feel strong. It helps. I wish I could turn back time. My selfishness has brought me to this and I have no one else to blame other than myself. But I really miss him. I miss how we used to be. I miss the sound of the way he would call my name. I miss his smile when he looked at me. I could never hear that voice calling sweetly to me again. And I will never see him smile the same way towards me again. All that is left for me is pain.

13 WILLIAM ACKERMAN: Evil Wish

Trance looks extremely furious as he rushes towards me. He pushes me backward. It does not hurt, of course. But I just find it amusing to see him like this. I like playing with him like this. Turning his soul on and off whenever I please. He, on the other hand, does not find it amusing at all. Hell, he needs humor in his life. No wonder he’s so broken. He had found no joy in little things at all. I smile at him slightly.

“You first-class Jerk!” he cursed at me. “Why did you do that? Why did you let me ’feel’?” He asked.

I sigh as I put my arms over his shoulder. He quickly pushes my arms away. “I just wanted to see if you still had it in you to sentence him to death sooner or later, Trance. It was just a test,” I said nonchalantly.

“A cruel one, then,” he commented.

“I can see you’re still troubled by your emotions towards him,” I insinuated.

He sighs angrily. He’s thinking about how I would know of such things. Is he an idiot? I can read people. That’s just a plain gift for being the devil. “I’m not who I was anymore!” He insisted. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of that fact rather than trying to convince me.

“I know of your little history with him, Trance. The devil knows a lot of things. Remember what he did to you. You can never forgive him until even if he’s dead,” I reminded him. “Never think of even forgiving him, Trance.” In fact, I can never allow that to happen. The perfect end game for Trance and me is that he got rid of that ex of his and then only all will be better.

I seal his soul again. Now, he can no longer ’feel’. He then looks at me with no other emotions but hatred. Hatred towards those who had broken him. “We have another victim to take care of,” he said.

I nod at him. “Yes,” I agreed.

“Can I make a request?” he asked.

“Sure, dear,” I said.

“I want her to do it at school,” he said, with an evil look in his eyes. “I want her to commit suicide at school… Tomorrow…”

I chuckle lowly. He can be very charming when he’s evil like this. “Sure, my dear. Let’s see her tonight and ’ask’ her to do it at school tomorrow. Your wish is my command…”

14 Number Four Off the Building

It’s the urge you get when you’re in a high place and you look down, you feel like jumping. Lindsay is not getting the urge as she stood at the ledge of the school’s highest block’s rooftop. All she knew is that she had to do it. William, Trance’s new boyfriend, told her to do it last night. Before that, he made her feel Trance’s sufferings. She could not handle it but not up to the point that she wanted to kill herself but those words from William… It was absolute. She was compelled to listen.

She feels like she is obligated to do whatever the devil told her to do. And last night, he told her to jump down from this building. It’s recess time. There are many students wondering around down there. She didn’t want to do this. But, she has to. She had no choice. She could not even show it on her face the kind of emotion she is feeling right now. Her face looks empty like that of the dead. She had no control over her own body. She can’t even blink as she feels the surge of adrenaline rushing through her body and the cold strong wind blowing on her face as she jumps off from the building.

All the way down… she goes… she can hear people screaming in fear at the sight of her falling. She can’t even blink her eyes. She can see the ground perfectly as she hits it. Lindsay… one of the school cheerleaders… is dead…

Peter groans at the gruesome view before him. Simone, his current girlfriend, screams in horror and fainted at the sight of it. Peter closes his eyes, refusing to spare any more glance at the crippled, bloodied body on the floor. He kneels down to hold the unconscious Simone in his arms. He looks the other way and caught a sight of Trance with William. Wait. Did Trance just smile? How could anyone smile over such gruesome sight? Peter thought as he saw Trance turns around to leave with William by his side.

William puts his arms around Trance’s shoulder and shoots a petty all-knowing glare at Peter out of a sudden. Peter feels surprised and suspicious from that very look. He has a weird feeling like that William knows what he is thinking. It’s getting weirder. Something is wrong. He knew Trance. Trance was the nicest guy on earth. How can he smile over something so horrifying? He needs to find out, he thought. Something is up with the two of them. Something is just not right about them, he thought again.

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~1 year and 6 months prior~

“Hey, fag! You try to steal my boyfriend, didn’t you?!” Lindsay lashes out to Trance, pushing him back like a mad woman.

“No. I didn’t,” Trance backed himself up.

“Well, Tyler told me you try to hit on him. Have you no shame, Trance? He will not even spare a filthy glance at you!” Lindsay ridiculed him.

“I did not hit on him. I really didn’t.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fag and you’re sooooo going to suffer for this!” Lindsay promised. Trance knew that she will do something really bad.

“Wait! I really didn’t do anything!” Trance tries to convince her with little success as she is determined to bring him down.

“Faggie bitchy liar…!” She only replied with another curse at Trance.

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Trance moans. William gets undeniably excited hearing the moan. He thrusts into Trance even more forcefully. Trance groans in pain. “William…” he seductively whispered William’s name. “Please be gentle,” he begged, whispering.

William smiles. He understands the fact that they are now in one of the cubicles of the school’s toilet so Trance didn’t want to make too much noise. “Okay…” he said, whispering back to Trance. “This is an amazing payment,” he added. The thought of them being able to get caught at any moment excites them both even more.

Trance smiles at the comment. He whispers back to William; “I know…” He chuckles a bit as he added; “you rock my world.” They both struggle to keep down their laughing voice at that last remark by Trance.

15 Number Five Down the River

Tyler stood still at the edge of the bridge. The river underneath is flowing rapidly. It’s deep… with sharp rocks beneath the surface, definitely. And he’s going to jump. Yes, he is devastated by the death of his girlfriend, Lindsay a few days back but it’s not like he’s going to take his own life for it. It’s just that he was told to do this. He can’t deny the order. He had to feel that cold water and sharp pain. He had to die. It’s absolute…

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~1 year and 6 months prior~

“Hey Trance… Wait till you hear the announcement today,” Tyler whispered to Trance who is in the middle of changing his books at his locker with a wicked smile across his face. He immediately left after he had said whatever he wanted to say. Trance wonders what that was all about. He can feel that it’s nothing good.

“Announcing to all you listeners out there,” on the speaker of the school, Trance can hear Lindsay’s voice echoed. “The school famous nerdy faggot, Trance Wilson, is such a man-eater! Be careful of your boyfriends, biatch. ’Coz he may ’eat’ them like a wolf! So long, suckers!!!”

Everyone laughs, looking at Trance who stood dumbstruck at his locker. He quickly runs off through those laughing crowd of people and hides himself in a cubicle of the toilet. Tears are streaming down on his face. He feels deeply hurt at that accusation because it’s a lie. They are all liars!

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Trance sings a song as he saw Tyler jumps off the bridge from a distance; “~Liar… Liar… pants on fire… Liar… Liar… goes down by the river…~” he then leans his head and the side of his body to a tree as he looks at the dark surroundings near the river. There’s nothing but dark woods on both sides of the end of the bridge above the river. The sound of the fast-flowing river fills his ear. William walks closer to his side, looking at where Trance is looking. The moonlight is shining brightly above them.

“You’re not going to change your mind, right?” William asked.

Trance shows no sort of emotions on his face. “Why would I change my mind?” He answered William with another question. “It’s fun doing this,” he stated.

William chuckles for a bit and then he brushes his lips to Trance’s ears. Trance closes his eyes at the soft tingling sensation he feels. “What about Peter?” He later whispered a question to Trance’s ears.

Trance is the one who chuckles this time. “Hey, Devil, are you jealous?” He asked.

William quickly pulls himself away from Trance in an instant, as if provoked. “Pay me now,” he ordered. Trance laughs even more at that. It’s obvious that William is avoiding himself from answering the question.

“Yeah… yeah…” Trance simply obeyed.

16 Number Six by the Razor

Monique locks herself in the bathroom. She can hear people banging on the door from the other side, forcing her to open the door. But she can’t open the door no matter how much she wanted to. Because she has to listen to the devil and the devil told her to take the razor and cut her wrist deeply with it. So she does what she was told to do. The pain is unbearable, especially because it is a deep cut. But she can’t even scream from the pain. Her hands didn’t even tremble. She can’t even show the pain she feels on her face. Her expression shows nothing but of emptiness. The blood flows… It will not stop till the last drop.

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~1 year and 5 months prior~

Trance is sitting down at one of the tables in the cafeteria. He sits there alone since no one would sit with him. If anyone sits with him, they’ll also be ridiculed by the cheerleaders and will be marked by the football team bullies.

The cheerleaders pass by Trance on the way to their table. Monique shot a glance at Trance. She was holding a cup of juice in her hand. With a wicked smile, she turns around and walks back to Trance. She pretended to stumble and then she just spills her drink on Trance. “Ooops… Sorry, I slipped,” she said without any hint of feeling sorry. Trance could not even say anything back at her since all of the cheerleaders and the kids in the cafeteria are now laughing loudly at him. It’s like he is some sort of an amusement to them. He stands up slowly and scurries pass the laughing people and walks away until he can no longer hear their laughter.

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“Mrs. Cuttingham, can I have a minute with you?” Peter asked a teacher who is just about to enter the teacher’s lounge. The suicide circle that’s been going on lately has been the only thing that the people at school are talking about. It only happens among third year and he can’t help but feel a bit nervous about it.

“Oh, hi Peter. What’s the matter?” She asked, sounding concern.

Peter flashes his charming smile at her. “No. Nothing really. I was just hoping that you can give me a copy of the list of students in my class in the first year? It’s just that this is the last year for me so I really want to send them goodbye cards. I thought you might have them since you were our homeroom teacher back then,” he said.

“Oh sure. I’ll get it for you, dear,” Mrs. Cuttingham said, raising her glasses for a bit. Peter smiles at her. He needs the list. Because things are starting to make sense to him somehow… He started to notice that the students who had committed suicides were his classmates in first year of senior high. He just needed to make sure. If he’s right, then Trance might be behind it. He had no idea how just yet but he’s going to find out about it.

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William gets up from the bed slowly and puts his clothes back on. He looks back at Trance whose sound asleep on his bed. He has a growing affection towards him, he knew. It’s not supposed to happen. He is the devil. He wasn’t supposed to have any feelings. But he’s been keeping Trance’s soul with him for a long time now that it started to backfire on him. He’s the one who can ’feel’ now since he has a soul with him.

It feels good at times to have emotions, William thought. It is because at times he can feel really happy when he is with Trance and he gets truly satisfied when he had sex with him. But at other times, having emotions is just too much for him since he can feel anger and jealousy. Those emotions are ’eating’ his rationality. He had been trying very hard to keep calm these days.

He walks over to the window. He took one last look at the sleeping boy and then jumps out of the window. He was about to hit the ground when gravity seems to had lost its power. He is levitating for a while before he lets gravity gently takes his feet back to the ground. Fixing his clothes, he slowly walks away from Trance’s house. The moon is bright tonight. He likes being outside during the full moon. He feels even more powerful with the moonlight shining on him. He can’t wait for the revenge to be over. After that, he’ll get to own Trance as a whole. He’s been anticipating it.

17 Number Seven in the Tub

The water had filled the bathtub. Lana, one of the school cheerleaders, looks down to it with no hint of emotions on her face. She slips into the bathtub and sinks herself into the water. She could no longer hold her breath after 30 seconds. She is suffocating. Bubbles started coming out from her mouth. But she can’t get out from the water. The words of the devil were clear. She will just have to wait until she dies.

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~1 year and 4 months prior~

Lana had done copying the posters she made. It’s some made-up lies about Trance. She will paste the posters around school afterward. She laughs at the evil thought she knew she will take action for. She didn’t care of the consequences because she knew the only one who’s going to suffer for it would be Trance.

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Simone stares down at another bouquet of roses on the floor in the locker hall. This time, it’s Lana who died. She feels dreadful. One by one the cheerleaders and the senior year students are committing suicide. It doesn’t even make any sense because when she last saw them, they look just fine like nothing in the world is going to make them kill themselves. It’s just so strange…

The school is starting to get very gloomy as well. People no longer chat as lively as they did when they walk around the school and laughter is hard to be heard anymore. She’s about to leave the school when she saw William sitting on a bench under a shady tree. He is reading a book. She decided that she could try to get her mind off of this madness for a while. William is Trance’s boyfriend, right? How can a hot guy like William be gay? She feels confidence that William will definitely falls for her charm. So, she walks towards William.

William looks up at her as she draws closer. He closes his book as she sits next to him. “Hi,” she greeted.

“Hi,” William greeted back.

“Where’s Trance?” She asked, trying to start up a conversation.

William puts on a charming smile. It thrills Simone to see it. “He’s in detention. Apparently he was rude to a teacher,” he said.

“Oh… Trance had ’changed’ quite so much…” she commented.

William chuckles. Simone smiles seductively at him. “Thanks to people like ’you’,” William then said. That shifts the smile on Simone’s face to a frown.

“What do you mean?” Simone asked, feigning innocence.

William puts on a devilish smile. He holds up the book he was holding in front of Simone. “If it’s up to me,” he said. The book he was holding then suddenly bursts into flame. Simone is in shock to see the unbelievable sight in front of her. “I would have you burned,” he continued. In a blink of an eye later, the fire is gone and the book is back to normal. William laughs evilly at the horrified look on Simone’s face. He gets up slowly and walks away while still laughing at her. Simone can’t believe her eyes. Her heart is still beating loudly from the shock. She feels scared. She looks around. Everyone else seems like they hadn’t seen anything. She then gets up from the bench quickly and scurries off.

18 Number Eight by the Flame

By the time Simone had reached her house, she recalls that her parents won’t be home today. She gets into the house quickly and closes the door behind her just as quickly. She feels a surge of panic running through her. William is a scary guy, she thought. He’s hot but he’s damn scary… Is he even human? She wonders.

She was about to walk into the kitchen when she saw Trance sitting on her sofa comfortably like it was his own house. She was shocked but it didn’t occur to her the strangeness of the situation so, she comes lashing at him in anger. “You psycho! What are you doing in my house?!” She asked angrily. Trance, on the other hand, did not look surprised. He just wears an evil smile on his face and is looking at Simone calmly.

“It’s your turn, Simone,” someone said from her back. She turns around to find William standing behind her. She didn’t even hear him coming. What the hell is happening?

“What do you want?! I’m calling the cops!” She started to threaten them as she fishes her pone out of her pocket. That action and threat only made both Trance and William laugh out loud at her.

“Owh Simone… Didn’t I say I’ll have you burned?” William reminded her. She feels scared now at the mentioning of it. She had a look on her face like she’s about to cry.

Trance gets up from the sofa and walks towards William as he passes by Simone uncaringly. He then pats William’s shoulder. “Get it over and done with,” he said. William smiles wickedly at those words and Trance simply walks out of the house. By then, is eyes had turned into a slit and glowed red in color.

From outside of the house, Trance can hear the ringing of Simone’s scream. He only chuckles at the sound. William must be making her reliving the pain and sufferings now. Then, he heard William coming out of the house and walking towards Trance who’s sitting at the porch. “Let’s go,” he said. Trance gets up and walks side by side with William away from the house. The house behind them is in flame… but no screaming was heard. Of course, no matter how painful, they can’t scream. It’s part of the torture too. It’s the beautiful part of the torture.

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Trance slouches down on his bed. His body is tired from the previous sex he had with William but he doesn’t believe that he needed rest. Downstairs, his parents were making such a ruckus about the deaths that had been happening lately. They are worried about their son. They are worried if he might also commit suicide. Silly them…

His phone started to ring suddenly. He looks at the caller ID. It’s Peter. He answers the call indifferently. “Yeah?”

“Trance, I thought you would not pick up.”

“What do you want?” Trance asked uncaringly.

“Can I see you? At the usual place?”

Trance keeps silence for a while, pretending to be thinking when he doesn’t even need to. “No,” he simply answered and hung up. He rests his head back to his pillow. His phone is ringing again… again… and again… He ignores the ringing and closes his eyes. Then, he heard a loud thud in his room. He opens his eyes slowly and looks at the window. It’s Peter. He sneaks into his room!

“Trance…” Peter called him. This wasn’t the first time he sneaks into Trance’s room. When they were lovers, he used to do it all the time.

Trance only sighs uncaringly at him. He gets up from his bed to a sit and looks at Peter straight into the eyes nonchalantly. “Your girlfriend is dead. You should be mourning right now, not sneaking in into someone’s house, Peter,” Trance simply commented.

Peter did not reply to the comment. Of course, the death impacted him, but it wasn’t a deep impact. He chooses to ignore it. He didn’t even love Simone. He loves Trance and Trance is right before his eyes now. He looks at Trance deep in the eyes like he’s savoring every sight of that face and body. Trance only sighs again, feeling annoyed over the presence of the intruder. “I miss you,” Peter then spoke.

Trance nods a little. “Of course you do,” he simply agreed.

Peter can’t hold it anymore being there in the room full of memories of them. He quickly walks to Trance and kisses him on the lips. Trance did not push him away but he is also not returning the kiss. Peter broke the kiss after that and looks into Trance’s eyes quizzically. “Do you love me?” He asked.

Trance stares back into Peter’s eyes. “I think not,” Trance simply said. Peter’s eyes filled with tears at that sentence. Trance can read Peter’s heart and he knew that Peter is onto him about the suicide circles in school. “You are quite a genius and too curious for your own good,” he then commented. Peter did not understand why Trance had said so. “If you really want to know, Peter, yes. I killed them,” Trance confessed with a hint of evil glowing in his eyes. Peter pulls himself away from Trance as soon as he heard it. He is trembling. He can’t believe what he had just heard. He could not say anything to it. Trance laughs at that reaction by Peter. “And I can tell you who’s next,” he said. “The mastermind… Chris!” Trance continued. Peter only looks at Trance in disbelief. He then quickly gets back to the window. He takes one last look at Trance with a face full of sadness for a while before he sneaks back out.

19 Number Nine a Gun to the Head

Chris takes his father’s gun from the drawer slowly. There’s no stopping to this. He puts the gun to his head. He has to do this. He just has to. William smiles as he is reading his thoughts. Chris is scared as hell that he wants to piss in his pants but he just couldn’t. His body won’t react to how he wanted it to be. What a torture… Chris pulls the trigger.

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~1 year and 2 months prior~

Chris made Trance kneels to his ground. “You like dick, right? Now, suck!” He ordered. He is forcing Trance to do oral to him and Trance refuses to do it. He tries to fight against Chris with all his might. He is crying and had his face bruised from the punches from Chris. Chris then hits Trance one more time on the face and zips his trousers up. “You’re gonna pay, Trance!” He warned. He then left Trance there on the floor bucking his knees in pain from the punches.

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~1 year and 1 month prior~

“Hey guys,” Chris calls up to Peter, Noah, Anthony, Justin, and Andy. “I got an idea. Why don’t you guys just… you know… rape Trance for once?” He suggested.

“What?! We’re not even gay, Chris,” Justin ridiculed Chris.

“You don’t have to be gay to rape someone who’s gay, Justin,” Chris said.

“Yeah…” Noah nodded. “That’ll teach him not to show his faggot ass around anymore,” Noah agreed to the idea.

Andy leans back on his chair. “Well, Trance is pretty cute actually. I wouldn’t mind fucking him,” Andy said.

“You asshole! Are you gay?!” Anthony asked while laughing. They all laugh aloud at that remark.

“No I’m not, silly,” Andy defended himself. “It’s just that I think I’ll enjoy it, that’s all.”

“So, Peter?” Chris asked.

Peter simply shrugged with little interest.

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Trance falls down hard on the pavement. His eyesight is getting blurry. He then feels his limbs are weakening. He can’t move his hands and legs. “Okay, William. I’m sorry!” Trance begged.

William only squats next to him in anger. “I’m warning you, Trance. If you let Peter lay one more finger on you, I’ll leave you like this!” He hissed.

“I’m sorry…” Trance begged again.

“You will be like this if it weren’t for me. I made your eyesight clear and I made you move just fine! Waking up from a coma, you think everyone as such luxury?! If it weren’t for me, you’ll be like this! So, you need to appreciate me more. Understand?” He threatened.

“Yes,” Trance answered. “Please…” He begged.

William looks down on Trance. His eyes are greedy like a wolf. He then closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. It was just a kiss… Just one kiss… He chanted in his mind. He then nods and touches Trance’s wrist. Now, Trance can see clearly and move normally again. “If you let him kiss you again, Trance, I’ll kill you myself,” he threatened. He then gets up from the squat and starts to walk away. He didn’t mean it. Death is too easy. If Trance betrays him, he’ll make sure he receives fate worse than death.

“Wait! What about the payment?” Trance asked.

“I don’t want it,” William said and walks farther away from Trance in anger.

Trance crooks his eyebrow. He couldn’t understand William at all. It looks like jealousy but he dared not think that it is. He dared not to believe that the devil might be falling for him. Because he believes in that, there’s no way for him to go back.

20 First Love Won’t Always Be Your Last

~2 years prior~

Peter kisses Trance’s lips again. He couldn’t get enough. When they break the kiss this time, they smile at each other. They are in Trance’s room. It’s Saturday the next day. Trance feels great that he is not going to be at school even though it’s only for the weekend. “I’m really sorry that you had to go through this, Trance,” Peter apologized. He did not want to lose his popular friends. Trance understands it despite the fact that it still hurts. But he didn’t want to lose Peter so, he has to endure it.

“It’s okay…” Trance said. Somewhere inside him, he had faith in Peter. He thinks that Peter will change someday and everything is going to get better. Peter gets up and puts his clothes back on.

“I love you,” he said as he kisses Trance’s cheek. He then sneaks out through the window. Trance lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He really is in love with Peter. They’ve known each other for a long time. But things had got to this and there’s no going back. It’s awful. If people heard about the situation he’s in, people will say he’s an idiot to keep on holding on to Peter. But he can’t help himself. He is in love with Peter and he can’t picture his life without him in it.

It’s okay to be bullied at school. It’s okay for people to look down on him. As long as the one he loves is happy, then he won’t mind. He’ll do anything for the one he loves. He’s just that way. So, people can call him stupid or whatever. He doesn’t care. He knew that one day Peter will stand up for him. He will… He smiles at the hopeful thought.

Back then, he didn’t know how bad Peter will betray him. He just didn’t know…

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~1 year and 1 month prior~

“Are you seriously breaking up with me, Trance? Why?!” Peter asked. Trance Back away a little. He had never seen Peter this angry. He had told him that he had enough of it. He just wanted Peter to be honest with himself. He can no longer bear being wronged by the boy he loves.

“Why? You asked ’me’ why? Well, apparently I’m tired of being an idiot, Peter,” Trance said. He’s about to leave when Peter grabs his wrist strongly.

“You are NOT breaking up with me. No. I’m NOT letting you go!” Peter yelled. He then pushes Trance back to the wall and raises his fist as if he’s about to give Trance a punch.

Trance looks into Peter’s eyes with surprised. “What? Are you gonna hit me here too? Is at school not enough for you? You’re getting so used to it, aren’t you?” Trance asked, feeling deeply hurt and betrayed.

Peter slowly lets go of Trance as he realizes of his own action. “Trance…-” He’s about to apologize but Trance cuts him in.

“-It’s not going anywhere, Peter. You and me…” Trance said. He then starts to walk away from Peter. He had tears in his eyes but Peter can’t see it.

“You’ll REGRET this!” Peter threatened. Trance could hear Peter’s yelling in anger from his behind but he ignores him and continues to walk away.