Lost in your Eyes - Chapter 8
#4 of Lost in your Eyes
I didn't like writing this chapter at all. I'm about to lose my head, so I'm going to be switching things up for a bit. We'll be seeing things from Spencer's point of view with Chapter 9. We will come back to Mike at Chapter 10 or 11.
The scene was surreal. Ronda pulled open the curtains to see the two boys being intimate. The raging woman stomped off in a hurry as tears streamed from her blue eyes. Mike and Max quickly dressed themselves, rushing out to make sure Ronda was okay. Mike was the first to make it out, catching her mom rushing to the back door through the kitchen. He followed her to the back porch. She was about to go down the stairs before Mike stopped her. "Mom, please! Don't run from me!"
She looked back at her son, eyes filled with disgust. "I'm not your mom...I didn't raise a faggot." Mike began to die on the inside...he loved his mother so much. She raised him with such care and compassion...and now she was disowning him? "Mom...I'm not a monster, please..." Mike couldn't hold back his tears, reaching out to embrace his mother and never let go. She barked at him, threatening to bite him. She then looked up quickly before backing away. Mike looked down , barely noticing a shadow of something large moving behind him. He turned around to see what it was, but it was just Max...
That's when Mike received the third of four great tradgedies he would face in his life. He heard thump after thump behind him where his mother was. He slowly turned his head, cringing after hearing the final CRACK. He looked down the steps only to see his mother laying there...motionless. Her head turned all the way around on her neck. Her arms were broken. Her eyes...were lifeless.
Mike and Max rushed down the steps. It felt like centuries to climb down the eight large steps. Mike put his hand on his mother's throat to feel for her pulse, even though he knew the truth already. Sure enough...nothing. No breathing, no heartbeat, no pulse, nothing. The howl of despair could rival the great cry from Achilleus after hearing of the death of Patrolcus. Max knelt down behind him, holding his love and comforting him. "I'm so sorry..." Mike's heart was darkened to something bordering evil in that moment. He realized how the gods were trying to break him...and doing a damn good job at it. They took Darty away...they turned Spencer into a manipulating backstabber...and now they took his mother. Max was all he had left...the last bit of light in his heart that would keep him going.
The ambulance arrived after Mike finally was able to call 911. After answering the questions the police asked, and handing over the corpse to the medics, Max offered to take Mike home. "Mike, I promise we'll go to the funeral. But stay with me until then. I promise I'll take care of you. You have my word." Mike looked up at Max, locked in the eyes of his long lost lover. He nodded, feeling the happy memories wash through him...the happy times before the beginning of his downbringing. Max led him to the corvette, driving the mourning wolf to Max's home.
Max drove to the warehouse where Mike had already associated some horrible memories, but Mike didnt' care anymore. He lost his will, and would entrust everything he had in Max. Max smiled, comming around the car to open the door for Mike, helping him exit. "I actually live alone...I have to live off of stealing food and such, but I have a pretty sizeable stock right now." Mike nodded. Normally he'd be angry that the fox resorted to stealing. He'd question why he lied about having parents. He'd think about going back in there after he was raped...but nothing mattered. He was torn to much to care.
Max led Mike deep into the warehouse where there was a remarkably large and new mattress. He beckoned for Mike to lay down. "I'll get us something to eat, pup. You just relax" Mike nodded, not hungry at all, but not willing to refute what he was told. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He was out of energy, out of tears, out of emotion. He wanted it all to end.
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Mike had a nightmare that he couldn't explain. He didn't know what he was, but he knew where he was. He watched over a young female rabbit who laid on the floor of the abandonned warehouse. She was looking around her, a look of despair in her eyes. He watched as she found an old saw nearby where she lay. He knew he planted it there. She crawled over to it, the rabbit choking on her tears as she grabbed the saw and held it tightly against her chest. Mike began to feel great lust, greater than anything he's ever felt before. The rabbit began sawing away at her breasts, blood gushing from the large pair. She showed no pain...but smiled. This further pleased Mike, reaching down to paw himself off. He realized he was a rabbit himself, a large male rabbit. The female seemed to be putting on a display for Mike to get off with. It was working as Mike kept beating away, groaning as he felt pre oozing from his member.
Once the rabbit was down sawing off her gifts from Aphrodite, she fell sideways, eyes slowly closing as she let death take her away from this rotten world. Mike felt himself climax, and during those few seconds where he sprayed his seed, the scene he saw kept changing. He would be in an abandonned building, in the scaffolding. He'd be watching a fur maim themselves, watching them in their bloody messes as they laid dead. His body shifted with every scene. After he finished cumming, everything went dark. Before his nightmare ended, a raspy voice spoke out. "Through your suffering shall death be the greatest blessing."
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Mike woke suddenly as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached down to see who it was. Spencer had sent him a text. He opened it curiously, only to have the phone jerked away by Max. "You shouldn't be talking to filth in a time like this. Here, I've made dinner." The fox brought in an open loaf of bread, peanut butter and jelly, and a knife. He didn't make dinner, but rather brought the ingredients. Mike said nothing as he grabbed the knife, opening the peanut butter and jelly to make himself a sandwich.
Max smiled, stroking Mike's back comfortingly. "Good boy..."
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It has been a week, and nobody has heard from Mike. Spencer began to worry. It didn't matter if his friend hit him. Mike was in a state of emotional hell. he had been trying to get into contact with him, using 35 minutes from his phone to send around 70 messages to Mike. What bugged him more was the depression looming from Max every day at lunch. Max denied knowing where Mike went after his Mom died. Mike didn't even go to her funeral.
Spencer felt unnerved, feeling Mike had done something drastic. He needed to put his intelligence to use now and find out where his best friend is.