11 Chapter 11 - The Face that Laughs

"In the name of everything that's good, what the hell are you?!" I shouted at the weird floating face, while pushing myself into the stairs.

He just showed up out of the blue, or puprle I guess, and declared that he wants me?! That's probably the weirdest thing I've ever experienced.

"Nyeehehehe! Don't worry," he said in a weirdly pitched voice, "I'm not out to hurt you. I want you, yes, to fulfil your destiny, that is!"

"Yeah, like I'll believe that. Who are you in the first place?" I asked, rather agitated, and still slightly frightened.

"I went by many names, you know. I guess right now I'd be Daniel Atys. Nyeehehehe! That's you as well!" What.

"That's all sorts of stupid talk, man. That's my name, not yours," I told him.

"Will you tell a random bloke on the street, that he can't have his name, because someone else has it? Poor John Smiths of the world... Nyeeehehehee!" he laughed, in a rather annoying manner.

"Okay, okay. Then WHAT are you?" I asked again.

"See? That's a better question. I don't know anymore. Nyeehe. Do tell me, if you know," he said something rather outrageous again.

"Can you even answer anything normally?"

"Yes," he answered normally.

"For fuck's sake, dude. What do you want from me?" I asked frustrated.

"I told you. To fulfil your destiny. I can help," he said, rather suspiciously.

"Do tell me," I answered.

"Well, I can float by your side, and tell you how to use your powers, huh? That sounds good, right?"

"Too good. How can I trust you? You're definitely hiding something," I said.

"Yupp. I do. I'll tell you when the time comes."

Talking to a weird floaty face is quite possibly the weirdest thing I've ever did in my life. He was also kinda creepy with his expressions. I felt really uneasy.

"Okay, I guess. Why not?" I blurted out.

"Great! Trust the weird floaty head, will you?" he said.

"Are you reading my mind?" I asked, as he just said what I was thinking about.

"I am your mind."

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I jolted up from my bed. It was still dark, and I was covered in sweat.

"You okay, son? You were jumping around in your sleep," the Old Man from the other side of the cell asked.

"Yeah... Sorry, did I wake you?" I asked politely.

"Can't sleep as well nowadays. I'm old, y'know," he laughed, "Nightmare?"

"Something like that," I answered, unsure myself.

"You've been having those dreams for a long time now... What are they about?" he asked, probably thinking it's about the mureder.

"It's hard to say... I'm always ina weird purple cave. There's a pond in front of me, and a path I can take. At the end..." I started, but he interrupted.

"A Throne, eh?"

"You're reading my mind again?!" I exclaimed.

"No. No, I- I heard stories. From the past. That folks like you, they always want to climb on the Throne. That's all I know of it," he said, sort of getting lost in what he was saying. Unsure, if he really knew what he was talking about.

These sort of stories make me feel confused. How is it like that? These [Powers] are very scientifical. We can more or less explain them, but if these stories are true, than that would almost sound like they're more than that. Magical, sort of. But that surely doesn't exist. Magic is utterly ridiculous, it's something that goes against humanity.

"Sir, are you sure you're not going senile here? It sounds like superstition," I said, slightly condescending.

"You don't have to believe me, I just wanted to help you," he said, slightly sulking.

I appreciated the help, but taking something this absurd at face value, just sort of went against my morals. I should probably take a mental note on that one.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." I tried to apologize. I knew it was a weak one, but it was the best I could do.

"You should probably rest. It's still the middle of the night," he said.

The morning went as usual, and before long I found myself in the gym with Francis, hanging out with me as usual.

I was still doing the routine the Old Man gave me. Cardio, then some callisthenics.

"So if you put the rope through there, you got a basic knot for locking up someone's legs," Francis said, talking about some rudamentary bondage, or something I don't know. Wasn't really paying much attention, he just liked to go on tangents. His attention nowadays has been on tying up people, for some absurd reason.

"Is that your fetish, or something?" I asked, giving him a half-hearted laugh.

"Fetish?" he asked back, "No, no. More like a pastime. Could always be useful, you know," he explained.

He went through quite a few options during the hour we spent together.

"Ways to tie people up... Hmmm..." I had an idea. Quite a rough one, and I'd have to test it. I didn't even know if it was possible.

'Don't worry! Nyeehehehe! Just put your mind to it," my weird new companion laughed at me.

'What do you mean?' I asked back in my head.

'Almost anything is possible, if it isn't far from us. Just try it, could work,' he answered.

That's a weird way to put it. I guess it really is worth a shot, so I asked Francis to tag along for a while longer. We still had some time until our schedule would resume.

I took him to a closeby janitor's room, and locked us inside.

"You're the one talking about fetishes? What are you planning to do to me?" He asked, with slightly frightened look on his face.

"Don't worry, I don't bend that way," I started, "I just put a few things together in my head. I might've figured out a more... hands on way to use [Temptation]."

"Ammazza! I can be a part of the growth of Tentazione?" he shouted happily.

"Keep it down a bit, will you?" I whispered, while lifting my finger in front of my mouth.

"Sorry, sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"Just stay still, and let me concentrate," I raised my right hand up, and pointed my palm at him.

'You there?' I thought, trying to contact the floaty face.

'Nyeehehe. What do you want?' he laughed back.

'I'd like to concentrate [Temptation] in my hand. Is that possible?' I asked.

'Go for it,' he replied.

'By the way, you never told me what to call you,' I realized.

'Call me? I guess you can call me "Los" for now.'

I concentrated every bit of my will, greed, and just general wants into the middle of my palm. I didn't think it would work as I planned, but I had to give this one a shot.

At that second, I felt energy race through my body, from my head, through my arms, and finally into my palm. Instantly, I saw a purple flash, and some rope like stuff fly out of me. The next second, Most of Francis' body was covered in this same purple gooey mess, sort of... highlighting his manliness.

I think it's called shibari? Or something like that?

"I thought you didn't bend that way...?" he asked unsure of what just happened.

"I don't know dude, this is not what I expected," I replied confused as well, "Can you break it?"

He sort of struggled for a few minutes, but to no avail. He couldn't do anything about it. Problem is, I didn't know what to do either.

"So... This is awkward..." he said. I nodded.

'Just loose the focus. Our [Power] requires [Focus] and [Will]. If one breaks, the power stops working,' Los said.

'So I just need to not want to not do this thing?' I asked back, with a jumbled up mess of a question.

'Yes...?' he sort of answered.

I focused on not wanting to bind him, and lo and behold, the purple goo went away.

Well more like it melted down on his body, leaving a trace of smut all over his clothing.

"That one'll be hard to explain," I laughed. He sorta looked down, looked back up with a disgusted face, but eventually broke down, and started laughing as well.

"You're one of a kind, eh, Tentazione!" he bursted out laughing.

Suddenly we heard loud banging on the door, and a deep female voice shouting with it.

"Open it up! Who is it?!"

"Well, we're in deep shit now," Francis whispered.

"You're in more than just shit," I laughed.

And that's the story of how we became known as the one messy gay couple.

I could've done with a better type of fame, really.