Boil me Wicked Chapter two!

Author Notice: And it makes it to chapter two! As I promised, if the reviews come in the chapters come up, although I have the feeling I should warn you. I am having lots of computer problems and please take into consideration that I have two jobs. Each of that requires 8-25 hours of my life per week. I will try to write as much as possible, thank you for your reviews and keeping Boil Me Wicked alive.

Far off from luxurious bindings, a young man stood before a lagoon that captured his imagination day in and day out. Surrounded by lush green forestry, he contemplated who he was, where he came from and why he was needed in such a blank terrene. Although any traveler would know that this terrene was anything but blank, however to a man who had seen it every day sense his birth it was repetitious and boring. He was someone who longed for something more.

His heart burned with a passion and he wasn’t sure what to do with it; his mind carried him to places that he couldn’t imagine have been real. Looking into shallow lagoon waters, kneeling on a single slender knee, he placed tips of pale fingers into the water.

It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm, and it was an entity that would always intrigue him.

In the calm of a storm he’d always imagined something like a lagoon, however what he considered a lagoon, was something most considered waste of land. His people wanted to build on his place of serenity, they wanted to wipe away all of his hopes and dreams.

They wanted to take away his home away from home. But was home somewhere, where you could walk in the door and be shoved away again?

This young brown-haired man sighed with exaggeration. It rolled off his lips like a poem, lost and dazed in his own thoughts he continued to trail his fingers in deep blue waters.

Dreaming of something more, Death must be better than boredom He thought surely to himself. And little did he know, it was.

The figure of this man stood, and looked back to the city and watched the sky darken above. The city lights came on and silhouettes barely visible in far off windows.

His vision was exceptional, pale lips parted as if to speak but no words flowed from his vocal chords.

No soothing inspiration came from such a mysterious man. Running slender fingers threw thick locks of hair; he chewed on the inside of his lip wondering if it were time to return home. Clothed in black, hidden by shadows, his usual attire. Again he glanced at his reflection in the water as if looking for answers as the unsure man looked back at him and gave him none.

With a defeated mental note he shoved his hands in his pockets and began to head back to town. The place he so loathed; a place where he was forced to call home. The youth arrived after a peaceful walk to find something different. Chanting, yelling. Chaos in the streets, nothing in his home away from home, indicated any form of change, a familiar figure rushed to his side, a boy about his age with wild blonde hair. “Alexis they got him!” an excited voice shouted as he tugged on the brown-haired youth’s sleeve. “Got him?” confused eyes trailed over the slender figure of a long time friend. “They got the killer!” Alexis’s friend began to pull him to the center of town.

“What?!” Alexis also had a hard time that such a profound man had finally been caught,

Even though the man had never been seen before. “Come on they’re going to hang him.”

Alexis rolled his eyes as he was pulled by the smaller man, “As if that isn’t any thing new around here.” He hissed at the other who seemed not to care.

Finally they made it to the center of the city, moving in and out between crowds of people who wanted to watch the hanging of a man who’d killed many sense his visit to this city. “I say they let him live.” Alexis remarked, “He only killed people who were disgusting anyways.” His opinion was ignored as everyone’s eyes focused on this self-proclaimed killer.

Alexis then looked on in surprise, the man from my dreams. Alexis had recognized him on an instant, midnight hair and opal eyes, pale skin and white space where pupils should be. How could he be mistaken? His 18th century attire made him look like he was going to a costume party.

The town’s mayor had decided to taunt and tease the man that would soon meet his supposed death. “Do you admit to your crimes?” he asked the man loud enough for all to hear, the frail gentlemen who stood at the hanging simply smiled, his lips painted a rosy red curled and undefeated. “Yes.” Was his response, it knowingly shocked the crowd who continued to boo and throw things in his direction.

However, he seemed untouched by human behavior. The mayor also shocked, and now at a loss for words spoke naively. “Any last words before you die?” he said waving a hand to the men in charge of hangings. Alexis smiled, as he knew something would happen.

Anything, “As long as your giving me the opportunity,” The man said, arms tied behind his back and the whole bit, which he was so partially used to.

“I prefer the gelatin.” Soft laughter erupted from the crowd, Alexis however shuttered at his words. He pushed forward to the front of the crowd, his friend reached for him but to no avail. “Wait!” Alexis said silence fell over the crowd as they now looked to the man who they so recognized as the mayors offspring. “Son, what are you doing?” The mayor said as if he cared about the youth’s well being.

“I think I know him.” Alexis said, looking to the man who was looking at him also with familiarity. “Don’t be ridiculous!” his father exclaimed with nervous laughter. “He’s never been seen before this day!” The crowd nodded in agreement although not simultaneously, “Maybe not to any of you but I’m sure I’ve seen him before.” Alexis

Continued to argue with his father.

“It doesn’t matter.” The over ruling man that was Alexis’s father became angry.

“He’s dying and that’s all there is to it! He’s a killer.” Alexis frowned, “You’ve seen him before to haven’t you? Father…” The dark haired foreign beauty looked on at the boy

With a splendid smile, the mayor looked surprised. “No.” He responded. “I think you have mayor. I think that you have seen me in your dreams. And you hunted me down.”

A thick, deep voice immured from the slender form as the man finally spoke to defend himself in this strange quarrel between father and son, “I think you fear me.” The dark haired beauty said, as Alexis looked on in amazement. However the child hood friend of

The mayor’s son looked on in horror, grabbing at his hair unbelieving of what his eyes captured.

“I know I’ve visited you in your dreams. Sir, to warn you about something soon to come

You’re a horrible man and horrible men pay the deeds of horrible doings.” He spoke as if it were foreign tongue, hard to understand. “God has rejected you for what you have done. One of the ultimate sins.”

The mayor looked on, fury, and yet fear lay in his eyes. “Murder.” Now all eyes upon the man the city trusted with there funds, there safety, and peaceful life in general.

“I set you a blaze and send you to my home. Mayor VonGreyWind” Buildings then burst into flames with a simple blink of the white eyes that belonged to this self proclaimed killer. “I will not take blame for crimes you have committed.” He smiled again and broke from simple rope bindings.

“However I will show you the descending stair case to my home.” The out of date clothed man’s brow narrowed as he looked on at a stunned figure, chaos irrupted and people ran about unsure of what to do or where to go. “What do you give me to save your life?” The mayor blinked and hyperventilated, “What?” He tried to think of something,

“I don’t want fame, I don’t want your ‘fortune’ I have all of that already. What soul do you give me to save your life?”

The mayor glanced down at the brown haired youth that was his own. “I give you my son!” he said, a smile crawled onto ancient lips. “Done. I hope one day that you will see what a horrible man you are when your town and your family lies in ruins.” Released from the Devils grip the mayor disappeared from site as the town still set a blaze.

“Alexis!” A childhood friend again called the name of someone that lay closed to his heart. “Alexis run!” He said in an unsure voice, Alexis looked over to his shoulder that seemed to be there but not. Nan? He wondered where his friend was calling.

The dark haired foreigner, self-proclaimed devil approached the distracted youth and grabbed him by the arm. “Let me show you a life ever lasting. You are my son now.”