Chapter Five Cupid and She knows my name.

Afar in the distance, the glowing embers of flames, shaped like a ball or some would say like an egg rose steadily. It seemed to be coming from below the ground, like it's resurrection had just began. The higher it goes up, the brighter it becomes, shining it light and gazing it sight upon all creatures that inhabited mother earth. As it continued it's gaze, its fury and temper could be felt as it's aura became scorching to the skin and one couldn't look upon it's glory for fear of being temporarily blind. It wasn't partial in showing its anger towards the earthlings, but those who witnessed it ran off to hide away from its presence under shades or a body of water or whatever could prevent the magnificent ball of light to stop it's torture and fury upon them.

A teenage girl could be seen walking down the road, paying little to no attention to the chaos happening around. All seemed fine to her senses, cause she wasn't among those busy trying to escape from the wrath of one of the elements. She had on her, a black hoodie which she wore to protect herself from the rising phoenix. She was walking fast and from her direction of movement it could be seen that she was heading for The Cross Junction. The two promising destinations was either she linked up with another road, or she goes to the graveyard. Her movement showed it was the latter, as she took a right and entered the lonely path that led to the graveyard. She got to the metal shiny gate, casting a glance at it and noticing it features for the first time with full attention unlike yesterday, where Felix stole her attention almost completely. It was metallic painted or coated she thought, but she knew it wouldn't rust due to it's current appearance and just a feeling by looking at it. I mean we do look at somethings at times, and by the way it looks, we would just guessed or judged that it would last or it won't. Could we say that's is the human instinct of how things would be like or probably end up been like. I mean it could be called intuition or instinct or an assumption due to the development of humans brain over type to always come up with hypothesis unconsciously. we could say that was one of the thing that have contributed to man's development and advancing in ages. The act of drawing hypothesis unconsciously or evaluation of the living and non living things around us, in order to retain that feeling of being the most intelligent species on earth and firmly hold on to our logic of everything must be under our control and awareness. Now I'm speaking like Mr Craig, the chemistry teacher. That reminds me, the new teacher on Monday, mhmm. she snapped out of her thought as she got to Felix mother grave. Standing in front of the tombstone with it's white cross, every where was silent as the cool gentle breeze blowing across the various self contain homes made little to no noise with it soothing calmness on every creature skin and mind. The marble stone was fairly smooth with one or two rough edges, while still trying to retain its white, it still looks presentable and neat. Not like the dead do care about where they live. I mean it would be crazy and horrifying if mommy Felix arises and began to give Felix pep talk on why he ain't cleaning her home well. He must have cleaned it before leaving here, that means he was here. she looked around, not by moving her legs but her eyes. Though there's a limit to how far an organ can perform, and the eye was very limited. Most likely the limited organ in the facial sturcture, but alas! the most important. She didn't want to wander far and get lost, cause losing your way in a graveyard is the worst thing that would happen to you, especially when there are rumours that it's haunted. wait she willingly came to a haunted grave, anyway, all graveyards are haunted. But why? she kept her hands on her head and held it tight. 'All for love', a voice in her head whispered. She heard Felix voice and turned to look for him, but couldn't see him nor anyone near her apart from tombstones and its respective tenants. She knew she heard his voice, unless if the feelings she was developing or already had for him was so deep that she began to hear his voice whispering in her ears. she blushed slightly and sat down beside his mother's grave and stared at it. A fresh bouquet layed in front of it on the gravel stones. picking it up she brought it closer to her nose and smelt it, it smelled nice. it was fresh natural cultivated flowers. Geranium, protea, protea and some others she couldn't recognize. She sat quietly staring ahead after replacing the flowers. she began to think about the possible life Felix mum had lived, who she was and how deep was the bond between her and her son, for him to be doing this for years, unfailingly and consistently. She wondered where he went too. She tried remembering if they actually agreed to meet here and she could remember when he said he would be around so as to complete the story. She exhaled softly, it seemed like she had been waiting for him for hours but it was a little over five minutes. She smiled, knowing fully well that the waiting was killing her. Then she remembered about the other story, her head teacher was a murderer, but if he really was , why wasn't he in prison or did he get a light sentence and had already served. But how's Felix connected to him, are they related or some sorts. or He probably was a petty thief or rapist or serial killer or a psychopath who jumped Felix mum and then got her killed, probably in the presence of Felix, who then recognised his face and vowed to take revenge back on him. But then Felix would have to be young then, cause the Felix of now, tall and with his appreciable athletic build would be able to take care of his mother, especially if it has to do with her life. But doesn't this sounds nostalgic, like someone we all know. I mean ain't it Bruce we are talking about, though the guy might be a little wimp in the sense that he doesn't kill his criminals even if they commit the worse of crimes. a good example is The Joker. I mean, dude the fuck. you are just sending him to jail, so he breaks out later and committ the same crime again. I mean you are stucked in a cycle of loop unless if you enjoy beating the shit out of him again and again. Now that would be a sadistic pleasure. Besides she wondered what really happened and she was so curious to really know about it all. So she was going to wait for him. whipping out her device, she flipped the screen down and saw that she still had network service. it was surprisingly good, not like graveyard shouldn't have network service. But imagine if you were lost in a grave yard at night and you turned on your phone to contact anyone who could help you while running away from the graveyard caretaker who's interested in getting you an accommodation withing the walls of silence and death. She visibly shooked, as she succeeded in scaring herself with her imagination. She smiled and cleared her head immediately of all thoughts. That was lovely, she sighed. Tapping on Snapchat, she clicked on the snap videos icon, selected one and started watching her favourite, occasionally tapping on the screen twice to skip or close ads while waiting for Felix to show up.





Elsewhere, where Cupid had also done a "mission commencement", "target acquired" and fired it's arrow. "Hit succesful, initiating the love sequence". "Mission successful" Another win for the fairy tales boys! the fairy godmother would certainly be pleased.
A boy could be seen running out of his house as if he was been chased by death stroke, banging the door closed in the process. His pace was like that of a thief who was trying to out run the cops. He was dressed in a grey short sleeved roundnecked top and red wine coloured shorts, which stopped at his knees. They were both baggy and enough to keep the structure of his frame hidden but not to too big to be dancing along with the direction of the wind. His actions got the neighbours attention and a fat middle aged man who he just passed shouted "why are you running?" He seemed to be curious and also anxious, considering if there was danger up ahead from where the young kid was coming from or perharps the end of the world. It all seemed fine to him and nothing unusual. But you couldn't tell at times when trobule was brewing and he would love to have a head start if everyone around had to run for their lives. No, he didn't want a head start, he would need a head start. One day, he would thank the heavens as his paranoia pays off, for now he would keep feeding it. Yeah, more guns for the end of the world. The young teen ignored him and kept on running, he couldn't care less. Outside a toddler was shouting gibberish and at some point mouthing inaudible words and flailing her little hands from the porch where the boy just came out from, until a middle aged woman came out, wrapped her hands around the little one from behind, holding her firmly and carried her inside. Few seconds later, the door was shut closed.
The running teen soon disappeared into the distance, before turning a sharp right and heading off to one direction, only he and the creator of this situation; Cupid knew. For the next ten minutes, he didn't stop running, he kept on going at it. He would occasionally cast glances to both sides, greeting friends and colleagues or anyone who he remembered. Most people just let him be since today was Saturday; the second day and seeing someone running during a general accepted workout day wasn't anything new. It was normal and a young teen doing such should be encouraged or better still left alone since teens these days prefer exercising their fingers over their whole body. if only they knew why he was running, he would rarely do this unless he was with a sprinting mate and besides to continously run over this long distance, only one thing could keep a human to push on despite what might be the consequences of pushing the body over it's limits. one was the fear of death and the other the presence of love. His was the latter and he seemed determined to complete the race; the sprint of love, and from his facial expression with the crazy wide smile he knew he had just begun. Seeing her face visually in his head, he smiled as it gave him reason to not stop running, then remembering the kiss they both shared yesterday boosted his determination and gave him renewed energy not to stop. Man could do anything for another kiss, oh poor virgin soul. He smirked as he stared ahead and saw her house coming into view. Though it was quite far away along the long stretched road, but he couldn't just stop now despite his body drawing up perspiration from the intense activity and the scorching sun licking away at the saline fluid, then heating and tanning his exposed skin. His muscles ached from continous usage but his rejuvenated with vigor.
He blocked the irritation done to his skin by the sun and kept on running until he reached her front porch. Just few steps away he thought, and then I would get to see my reward. He palmed his face and corrected himself, Just few steps away and I would see the love of my life. I can't wait to get my hands wrapped around her and later rest my head on her bossom he thought. He walked across the little lawn and was about to knock on the door , then he remebered he didn't get anything for her, not even a gift or flower. Damn it he cursed under his breathe. But suddenly he remembered Tyrone words; "ahh yes your majesty, I'm the gift" He muttered slowly and in between exasperation. Chuckling lightly, he wondered if he should head to the flower shop or should he just get it ordered online. But the thing was time, that was why he woke up early, brushed and bathed quickly, barely ate enough breakfast to last him going, but he had no worry cause the love for her was his fuel. Now here he was, realising he might or must have forgotten an important detail besides preparing this early. One of the other reason he came so early was to steal her day before something else got it occupied, since her phone was switched off and after sending the text message yesterday and got no reply, he could only hope that she later saw and read the message, most likely before going to bed or maybe this morning before he arrived. this would make it easier for him to bring up the idea of the both of them going out on a date today, since it wouldn't be a surprised event and she would be aware so as to properly allocate other activities with their respective time and ensure theirs were kept for them alone. He had spent close to four minutes thinking about what to do, catching his breath back and his reasons behind his actions, also hoping it would all go fine when he knocked, saw her and asked her out on a date. "You have been standing there for the past Five minutes, are you going to knock or What?" a pretty pale blonde haired, blue eyed girl spoke from the upstairs of the building he was standing in front of. He looked up and upon seeing her he gave out a wide smile and started blushing as he gazed upon her beautiful face. He was speechless, perhaps it was the scorching sun that might have blinded his mouth shut but never his eyes, but no, it was the feelings welling up in him uncontrollably. "Fuck, I must have used more than two arrows for that guy", Cupid thought.
Grinning up at her, he responded to her like a kid been promised candy; yeah, you guessed right, she was his candy; winks. He then pressed the doorbell and it loudly rang, not ear deafening but enough to notify everyone at home that someone was around, or should he say their in-law was around. "in-law, this guy must he crazy", Cupid thought. It been a while he had seen this kind of love, raw, untainted and a little bit foolish"."Checking his quiver to ensure what he was seeing wasn't as a result of him wasting many arrows on one individual, he had some still stacked in, he had no worries cause he intended to cause chaos in this whole town, grinning mischievously why gazing upon the duo Jack and Lisa who had met at the front of her door as she invited him in. They hugged and stared at each other before disengaging their hands and breaking their embrace as they both walked inside and the door was shut immediately. Cupid grinned as he took his leave. A colourless and quite odourless gas floated past their building with a faint mixed smell of strawberry and mint. Up ahead, one of the neighbours could be seen turning off his sprinklers as he felt his plants had gotten enough water and this sweet natural resources was just for them alone. Lisa smiled as she saw him below from her room window and teased him with a question, since he seemed undecided about entering. She invited him in after he ranged the doorbell and she was done to open the door. After a light hug, and they disengaged from their embrace, she led him up to avoid the usual family concern about the visitor who was around and they both stayed in her room locked in. The same could be said by her mum preparing breakfast with her elder sister. Her Dad who wasn't around, so he was out of the picture. He looked around her house it was nice, portraits of the family, individually and as one were hunged along the walls of the hallway with a right corner leading to a small passage that lead most likely to the main sitting but also lead straight to the dinning room and most likely the kitchen. There were different ornamental plants, statues and someother aesthetic things that looked pleasing to the eyes that he had no ideas about, with a black flat screen and most likely a sound system connected to it but hidden away from view, never to be seen but only to be heard. Then upstairs would be everyone's rooms. That should be five rooms, the first parlour was big enough he wondered how the second would look like. Hey! he mentally said, Lisa parents are rich so why was he surprised about how their house looked like. They got to her room and she opened the door, it was all pink and shades of navy blue designs, paint, posters and room themes. it looked cute and also quite mature to some point, she closed the door quietly, held the knob for some seconds before turning around and rushed into his outstretched hands as they kissed again.


"Let's talk about him, no let's talk about you, while he's still asleep". A beautiful blonde with light make up on her face said softly. She sat down behind an oak made well furnished desk which screamed magnificent. in front of her was a dark skin brown haired teenage boy. He sat down in a way too relaxed manner, implying he was comfortable with the person who was in front of him or he was actually in control or at a higher authority than the person in front of him. This case was of the former, Felix was here to see his Psychologist. This morning he woke up with a jump start and quickly prepared to leave immediately. He didn't want to him be aware of his impending actions. He needed to act fast and work efficiently. He had a date with some Asian girl, I mean she was cute and all but not really his taste since she seemed innocent and gullible and he hated people like that, especially their guts, cause it always screamed mercy over pure logic reasoning. He had been asleep for quite sometime and now that he was in control, he had to put his plans into motions and get the wheels started cause the show must go on and it had already begun. All the pawns must fall into place at the right place and time, this was his sole duty, this was why he was created and he must carry out his duties efficiently and diligently, or his creation would be at useless and his dear mother who layed cold, lifeless, nothing more than bones and clinging rottenning flesh while her killer still lived. So everything must be in motion before Felix changes his mind not to go along. Normally, he wouldn't be bothered, but with love in the corner, that Hinata chick, she could be the clog in their wheel. Another variable he never accounted for but must now be taken care of. He didn't want to eliminate her or take her out of the picture, another innocent blood on his hand wouldn't be necessary, besides the fact that Felix seemed to be tripping for her and that's where the problem lies. Cause great men have been fucked by love, check the history catalog of humanity, even in the bible which I consider a history book and do not believe in it, a man they called Samson who was blessed or among the gifted with super strength was fucked up by love which lead to his death. If Felix doesn't follow the plan, his feelings could lead them to death. But it wasn't going to happen, that was why he was here. Dressed up in black sweat shirts, blue jeans with one or two rips here and there, with a black high camo boots. Before leaving his apartment, he stares at it, everything was neat, tidy and in order. A self contain, just perfect for him. How he started leaving on his own and started school without a guardian present is just a topic for another day, besides it was very likely that no one would ask. Upon getting down stairs, the sun rays beamed unto his face blinding him temporarily for a second or two as he lowered his gaze. sorry for staring at you ye mighty one he said as lowered his gaze a little lower this time and headed for another therapy session. While walking, he could see people holding hands, smiling and blushing sheepishly. Almost everyone were walking in pairs with a flushed face. He began to wonder if today was valentine day, the so called day of love since all their actions just summed up to that one word with four letters. Then you add in to make it "in love". They all stared at their partners, some stealing sharp glances and looking away with flushed face. This wasn't just the women alone, even the men were doing things like this. What the fuck , are these simps. or wait a minute is there a casting for cinderall or one of Disney fairy tale " finding your one true love load of crap. He looked around, and everything seemed normal and fine, nothing out of the ordinary. The he perceived a familiar smell, it reminded him of the past, it reminded him of Cupid. it was faint but having registered such sweet aromatic smell before he knew this was it and nothing else, that love bastard was around. But it could also not be him, but whatever he had in mind he didn't care, fast as he didn't interrupt his plans. This time around he wanted to speak to that bitch, without Felix been around. He knew Felix had booked another session with her, probably to talk about something that he couldn't share with him. It always hurts him that despite been a part of him it seemed Felix didn't trust him. Only in cases, where he fucked up and he was in a bad situation, that he comes running to me like a little kid coming to report the person who tool his favourite toy or sucker from his mouth to his mother. He had no choice to help him, they were one, binded together by a mother love. His history was rough, his childhood and up to his teenage years, they had gone through everything together and helped each other, but this woman, Felix seemed to trust her. He trusts no one not even Felix himself which was crazy since they were one, but that was just what it really was. It seems he had fallen for the ideology of those who know your pain and how you feel can also be trusted. That mentality was wrong and betrayal was always at the end of the road.

Upon getting to the building of interest, a signboard which read Come Talk To Me Clinic . He looked at it and shooked his head. Not the first time seeing it nor the second or third, but it sounded like a hookers advertisement to secure clients. A catch line for the horny and mentally deranged folks. Though it would mostly trap those drunk fats oafs who are willing to spill their secrets and rubbish not forgetting their family problems, or the new bad behaviours of their wives to anyone who would listen to them. He pushed the door open, and climbed a wooden step upwards, it creaked softly, making small sharp sounds, but not like that of those about to crash down. He wasn't heavy though, but he didn't want to find out if this steps were like that one. Quickly he missed some steps forward while walking up and covered the distance sharply. Staring at the glass door which was made opaque to at least create some form of privacy which was odd and funny since anyone coming up here as a client was here to let the cat out of the bag. Besides the fact that privacy really doesn't exist, at least one person knows or better still there's always a witness around whether it be animate or inanimate object, unless they could talk or been made to talk, you would realized no human does anything in secrecy and no human is ever alone.


He pushed open the door gently after tapping it twice and walked in. He could see her, Victoria was her name. Vickie was what she told Felix to call her. Which was expected and normal, cause in order to influence someone, you had to have some form of control over that person. Whether it be through force, egging or manipulation, through blackmail or through friendship and in some cases the use of blood is thicker than water. He hated that line. Hearing that sentence always pisssed the shit off him and made him go bonkers. That was one of the things he and Felix were in unison about. Due to their history most especially Felix cause he came later, he hated hearing Blood is thicker than water cause if it really was, then his mother would not be dead. Speaking about his mother, or our mother, I'm pretty sure that cute petite Asian is still at the grave. He chuckled as she wasted her time there not knowing Felix wouldn't make it cause he was still asleep and she would be there waiting for the love of her life to show up, fuck the both of them, fuck their love and also fuck love itself, I got better things to do. Anywhere Cupid was, I hope you fucking die. Jesus man, such aggressiveness towards love and feelings he thought as he began to laugh out loud as he closed the door and walked in completely. Just joking about Cupid, on second thought he has an important place on my board. He stared at the blonde haired lady wearing a black blouse which seemed to be of a light texture material as her cream suit was hanged on a coat rack few steps away from him, sided towards the entrance. "Felix welcome", she said warmly with a sweet smile. I got to say she got a sweet smile he thought, but he ignored her greeting and didn't even return the smile. He just walked slowly to the seat placed in front of her desk for her clients, dragging it back a little bit he stared at it, before using two of his fingers to drag across the bottom of the seat from one end to another. satisfied that it wasn't dusty and his fingers weren't dirty, he sat down, sinking into the foamy seat softly. He exhaled briefly and returned her stare. Staring at her, eye to eye balls.Their eye levels at the same point with different intensity of emotions behind the stares. Her was that of curiosity and inquisition, of whether she was actually speaking to Felix now or someone else entirely. But it was him, not like he wore a mask or something to disguise his face while coming in and he had no twin, so this was definitely him. But then his behaviour was odd, his countenance had changed and the air around him was different. The aura was visibly different from his calm jovial appearance, though it was a mask he usually put up, she didn't discouraged him from doing that since he ended up communicating with people and also having friends too. Jack and Lisa were his two closest friends and most likely only friends for now, which was promising considering that his real nature was that of a sad, and lonely kid. But this boy in front of him was different. His aura screamed violence and chaos. His eyes held anger and they were intense. She wondered if this was his other moods or something, and he probably switched it on due to something happening on his way before getting here. she would just need to get him to switch it off back, right ? cause she was getting uncomfortable under his stares and besides such mood wouldn't be good for the people around him. almost Immediately, A bulb clicked in her head, about someone who Felix had introduced but she had never met. Not because Felix didn't want both of them to meet, but because he had no interest in what she had to say and seeing her. The response she got from the Felix that day was that "Psychology session was a white man treatment for things that needed to be settled with immediate action, or you move on and he had no interest in dabbling in heart to heart conversations when he could chill out in the back of his mind". She was taken aback by the response but smiled, and wishing that one day she would be able to speak to him, cause he seemed to be an interesting one. She smiled upon realising that this was certainly him. This was the person Felix talked about, his other him; his other half. Felix stared at her, his eyes unwavering, as he didn't blink and kept his line of sight on hers as he stared at her with a poker face. He could feel the slight anger bubbling within him, he knew she was partly in a way responsible for Felix beginning to have feelings for Hinata cause she told him to open up his heart. he always knew that she was bad news since Felix ever entered her office, one day he was passing through just to check her out and have a conversation. Now she was his little sensei telling him to be more social and soon enough, he saw how he started been happy, talkative and jovial. He began to interact with othe r kids at school, doing a 100 percent over turn of what he usually was. An introvert becoming an extrovert was unheard of, though not possible, but rare, all thanks to her. But he knew that it was all a facade, cause he was still the sad kid who life had roughed fucked him over. A jovial and happy front was just to hide the sadness and anger behind the true man. The mask was good enough and he didn't really care since he as in no way any danger. But watching Felix getting close to Jack and Lisa and becoming their friends, to almost best friends situation was crazy enough for him cause he didn't want Felix to form attachments , not to at least they were done with the mission at hand. Though it wasn't like he hated friends or companionship, but he doesn't just keep them close, so it would be easier to cut them off when the need arise. But then this pretty bitch told him he was doing a nice job and encouraged him to open up more and perharps he might find love and probably hit a jackpot by finding true love. I mean how gullible is this blonde haired white bimbo. Who the fuck talks about love not to talk of true love, when everyone is just around to see what they can gain from you and how they can use you to satisfy their ambitions. He decided not to act yet and allowed Felix to listen to her words and watch to see how far it would go and as expected the first two weeks, the one true love was nowhere to be seen and he could remembered teasing him to go check a castle, perhaps his one true love was fast asleep just like the ogre did. He was caught unaware that the day had broken and she needed to get up from her lazy fat ass and get to work. I love fat ass. He smirked in his head. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, two months and some weeks passed by, quite slowly and it seemed either the ten dwarfs had stolen his one true love or the evil stepsisters had killed her and ate her up. Not until the count down for the Peter death started from day seven did the one true love show and now he was tripping. it seemed distractions arising from everywhere like a necromancer was playing with his magic and raising the dead at will. Especially when you are close to starting an important event or it had already begun. Now Felix had booked a session yesterday for today, to come share his good news with her like as if he was some jehova witness. It was then he realized he fucked up by letting this funny little experiment go longer than usual, even if he wanted to see how it would have ended, he shouldn't have allowed it to get to this point without some one or two interference to make it end in his favour. So he made sure he was the one who woke up and not Felix, so he could teach this bitch some sense and salvage the situation. He wasn't a man of unnecessary violence and he wouldn't hit a lady, unless she wanted to kill or harm him. But then he was good at threatening humans and didn't care if his threats were obscenely wild. Now she was staring at him. he ignored her first greeting, though she was talking to him but she wasn't referring to him, cause the person who would have replied her greeting was fast asleep.If she really was smart she would realized that this wasn't Felix, though it was Felix in body, but not Felix in mind. He saw the small smile which crept up her face for a second or two before it quickly disappeared like it was never there as she spoke to him in a professional manner, not still breaking eye contact with him, she spoke with a wide smile plastered on her face "It's nice to finally meet you, The Man In Purple" .