He Wakes Up

After that famous slumber party H became a Start, let's say more than he already was. but it's really something else, which means that his popularity has been rocketed, netizens have greatly appreciated his video and the charm he exudes to conquer more than one. A video of him is circulating on social media which his father tried to delete but it has already gone viral. And many other people reposted with very promising hashtags, anyone could have taken advantage of this opportunity to make a name for themselves in the industry. With the head he has it will be impossible for him not to break through, he is handsome, cold, distant, intelligent, and very talented.

If only Howie were a normal person, a normal teenager who dreams of the same fantasies. He could have made hundreds of thousands of fans in a span of time. He has all the qualities of a blogger or an ambassador or even a super influencer, not to mention his innate talent for music and singing. He has everything in his possession.

He can no longer take a step without girls falling on him like a swarm of bees in search of their habitat. This puts him in deep emotional distress, he hates being approached by surprise or people hopping in front of him like sheep. The people he hangs out with are the ones he chooses, the ones he feels a kind of connection with that he can't even explain. This is the case with his relationship with the twins, he feels them ten thousand miles from him. Like when they hid behind that wall thinking they were discreet enough.

He no longer wants to get up to go to class, his high school has become a kind of punishment for him these last few days. all he wants is to dig a hole and hide there for the rest of his life.

While the twins have a lot of fun with the situation. When he thinks about the mistake he made, he only wants to hide away from any kind of civilization. His father kills himself to pull him out of bed every morning which is not a habit, the latter has obliged himself to obtain a few days of rest for him by explaining to the director that he is not well.

He doesn't even go for his morning jog anymore and he avoids meeting the twins. However, the evening took a completely different turn when he added his little grain of salt. The children started asking him for a lot more songs. He tried to say no, but Aike came to join him, then his brother followed him, after all, they are good musicians, they played in threes as if they were one and the same person like they've been doing this all their lives.

this is how they made a hit.

At the time, he was happy, he was doing something he loved with people he held in high esteem but would never tell them about.

he let himself be carried away by the mood of the night.

Elie's parents were curious to know what was going on in the room, so they decided to take a look discreetly. And what they saw took them by surprise. The discretion they were talking about earlier vanished, they slipped right into the room, taking their place next to Mice, one of the many children who were there. This one, too absorbed in singing, doesn't even notice them.

Céline couldn't believe how a boy who does everything to keep people away from him can be in perfect symbiosis with two other beings almost as mysterious as he manage to put together such an attractive and warm atmosphere while they are beings as cold and insensitive as each other, who don't give a damn about others.

Ah, the children, she said, they are more and more full of surprises, we'll never really be able to figure them out. Using force and intimidation with them will only make the situation worse.

She knows the twins from their crib, she is almost what we call a second mother for them and she has never seen them so happy and relaxed, especially so childish. By dint of trying to bend to their mother's will, they have become cold and distant. They only do what they have to do without ever taking detours to the point that they have become one and the same being, no one can distinguish them from each other.

It's as if they were robots programmed for the same functions. She took out her phone and recorded this magical moment, maybe one day she can show it to Maryse and Lucian, to show them what they stole from those two. She does it because she told herself that, these are not the days that such opportunities will present themselves to her.

And today, watching them laugh, play, and sing with another boy who isn't even part of their universe but seems to have always been there is like a kind of miracle, the kind that happens every thousand years. as if they all vibrated on the same frequency so much that they matched perfectly well together. It's almost impossible what she has in front of her. It's like when she watched them give their arms to her daughter. She didn't comment but noticed that they accepted her as she is to the point that they let her touch them.

Ah, Maryse you don't know what you missed raising your children like emotionless machines. Children have this particularity, what they don't get at home they go and look for elsewhere. they are not like us adults who for social reasons resign themselves to uncomfortable situations in order to please other people who have nothing to do with us. This need to stay in line and please everyone has not yet corrupted the souls of these children like a virus.

Once she had recorded enough of the boys, she looked around for her little gems in the happy crowd they formed, they acted like they were at a concert. She makes a big shot of her daughter laughing and dancing with Mandy and Tess. Which made him smile. Laughter is contagious, my friends. Frank laughter that comes from the heart is more contagious than the Black Death itself.

Once she had all the images she wanted to keep from that night, she pulled under her husband's shirt, who was lost in contemplation of the young people at the piano, he never saw this piano used to its fullest potential. Finally, it was not a bad investment, his children are more of a handyman type. Robotics and mechanics. His wife pulled on his sleeve to signal that it was time to leave, they walked on all fours to the door, giving small chuckles of joy.

This night reminds them of the life they led when they were young. They admit that they were a real nuisance to their parents and it made them chuckle even more. They went up to their room where they spent a sensationally exceptional night. Something they did not experience in their youth, far too prudish and reserved for these extras. It must be said that it's not only the childish memories that this evening has awakened in them but also their primary instinct, the sexual beast that slumbered in them. The missionary and the spoon were banned from the activities they had that evening. The shower, their bedroom balcony, the sofa, the stool, and the dressing table cannot say the same. The night was restless and very erotic. They thought they had forgotten how to spice up their sex life, they liked it being a no. And since then, they have never missed an opportunity to renew it. They even encourage their children to spend the night with friends, questions of having much more privacy to test the rest of the house. And this poor piano has experienced it. The flame that had slumbered in them has resumed its sparks and now it burns like a furnace.

Raphael has made it his mission to take Howie under his wing. This is one of the reasons that push H to lock himself in his room, and the twins on their side have found the perfect excuse to break the rules they have established for themselves. They openly meet H, whether in the cafeteria, in the yard, or during self-development hours. It's as if they were waiting for that to become a burden for the other. And all this familiarity is driving H down. He spends whole hours sleeping, shutting himself away from his father and everything. Marc for his part is afraid, afraid that all this will lead to more violent crises or even lead to other surprises. Waves of emotions tend to drive him crazy, and he always tries to contain them on his own, avoiding all kinds of outside help.

Even if he would have to immerse himself in his nightmares day after day. Howie for a child is above average willpower when he wants something he gets it, and he demands so much of himself that sometimes his father wished he would never grow up. Marc spent all these days in front of his door with magazines that he leafed through without being able to concentrate on the subjects, he only moves when he needs to relieve himself. He doesn't even get bored cooking since H won't swallow anything while he's in this state. There's no need to force him either, the result will be the same but much more violent, and any intervention will aim to push him even further towards this tunnel that they don't want him to go through.

The twins blame each other for what is happening to him and avoid bothering him further, they have taken a step back waiting for him to emerge from there on his own. Marc explained to them that H has nothing against them but that he just needs time to adapt to this whole situation. Sometimes they come by to keep Marc company quietly, they walk the dogs with Alfred and even watch them for days. The latter have even adopted them as one of them, if H treats them well then they do too.

Marc was in front of his son's door when he heard a noise outside, it was the boys bringing the dogs back to see him after a week away from their own home without smelling the scent of their young master. They thought it was time to bring them back maybe Ravi could help H get out of the room faster, Ravi and Pin are growing up at an incredible speed.

They greet Marc with emotion, it is now that they realize how much he missed them, Marc also realizes how much they have taken up space in his life and that of his son. He hugged them tenderly while they let themselves go as if they had been waiting for this all their lives, closing their eyes to better appreciate the moment, he kissed them one by one then both at the same time. Alfred stayed a good distance away from them as usual watching them with a big smile on his lips. Marc beckons him to approach, he hesitates for a moment, then Ayke orders him to obey his elder when spoken to. He chuckled happily before coming to join the little party. They stayed like that for quite a while before Aike asked to leave because he was choking, it was the first time in a week Marc allowed himself to laugh, it seemed like an eternity.

Once the hug was broken, Aike sadly looked up at the stairs leading to the bedrooms, to the terrace where H likes to hang out. He turned to Marc with the same sad look that broke his heart. He motions for him to go up, without waiting for him to openly ask for it, and without waiting also Aike threw himself towards the stairs with an agility that leaves them speechless, without any restraint. Ayke smiled seeing his brother behaving without holding back or bothering to understand if Marc really gave him permission to go upstairs.

Why don't you go up too? Mark asks him. Seeing him staring down the stairs with a confused smile on his lips.

No, I leave him time with him and I hate when people are sad, it depresses me he says.

His brother is sad, he knows it only too well. He also knows that he's not the demonstrative type but he can't hide his feelings and the emotions going through him either. Even though Aike doesn't talk about it, Ayke knows that H means a lot more to him than he wants to let on. He waits patiently for his brother to share his thoughts, ideas, desires, fears, and needs with him, of course, they are connected but he does not want to invade his personal space. He lets him breathe.

Aike found the stack of magazines piled up in front of the door he sat down on the cushions laid out on the floor and pressed his ear to the door he whispered like a prayer.

Please get out of here, we miss you. Without you by our side we become zombies, your father eats almost nothing, Ayke has been way too serious these last few days he scares me and the dogs wag their tails when they hear your name. You know how Alfred is not talkative, I have to tell you that too is changing, he talks about everything and nothing like a real chatterbox, that's not really like him. Without you, we don't know how to behave normally.

He paused and took a deep breath, letting out a sigh that echoed down the hallway like thunder. He put his hand on the wrist of the door which opened effortlessly, he glanced down the hall before gently pushing the door which he opened in front of him, he got up from the cushion and entered the room closing the door without making the slightest noise. He tiptoed to the bed where H is lying. His hair is scattered in all directions some stick to his skin, pale and grayish complexion.

That's what it's like to go days without eating or drinking, Aike said between his teeth. Look at yourself now you are unrecognizable. If I didn't know you before that, I would never believe that you are one of the few beauties the world gets to see every millennium. Luckily for you, you've already won me over.

He was sleeping peacefully, let's say that's the impression he gives from the outside, the sheets barely hid his body, and his dry lips barely retained their attraction. Aike clicked her tongue against the wall of her mouth in disbelief. He really can't believe his eyes, the H he knows will never be let go in such a state.

He shook his head in disbelief. And approached closer and closer to the bed, he leaned a little towards him and asked him in a low voice.

Where's all your hostility, your feline figure, and your noble features, hm? He receives no response, nothing at all, not even a small sign. He sat up in bed next to him. His back stuck against the headboard of the bed, he gazed at her sleeping face for a moment, then he began to play with his fingers nervously.

You know what, I didn't want to touch your hand on purpose when we were playing the piano at the party, it was like that, I was looking at your long fingers, and then without knowing how, it happened. I'm sorry, I must say that I'm weird when I find myself near you, you're like a kind of giant magnet that attracts me again and again without my being able to do anything to prevent it.

I know that's not a reason and I have no excuse but please forgive me. I know I made you uncomfortable, it was obvious from the way you reacted. It's like you touched something disgusting. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. He wiped a small tear from the corner of his eyes in a gesture that made him look very vulnerable.

Do not Cry!

He jumped when he heard the sound of the voice, the voice was a bit hoarse, deep, and reassuring. and there was something inhuman about her, it's H's voice at the same time it wasn't his, he doesn't know how to explain what he just heard but he knows what he felt. He has no words to make it clear to anyone else, but he just knows what his instinct is telling him. And hastened to get up from the corner of the bed. But once up he noticed this one was still sleeping and didn't move an inch. He whispered her name softly like he did before but no response.

He approached the bed again, he climbed on it to get a better look at his whole face. If it's a bad trick that H wants to play on me, he'll regret it bitterly. he said to himself, He was about to turn his head when H suddenly opened his eyes, Aike jumped again this time he let out a little high-pitched cry like a little girl, he hastened to put his hand over his mouth for fear of attracting the attention of other occupants of the house. Luckily he was able to control that little cry, it was not like the time he met Ravi for the first time.

What he has in front of him is even crazier, he wants to scream but nothing comes out of his throat and he is sure and certain that he is screaming at the top of his voice as he descends the stairs four by four until what's happening to the car right now. To his amazement, nothing happens as he is still there, hanging on as if hypnotized by those deep blue eyes staring at him. he has this weird feeling that they're going to suck him in like a whirlwind, they're clearly not H's. They're still wide open in front of him without batting an eyelash like H knows how to do so well.

A drop of sweat slid down his back, he didn't dare move, this time it was because he was afraid, a great dread took hold of him which nailed him to the spot. He tries to look away but fails. He wants to slap himself to wake him up from this dream which is turning into a nightmare. He called his brother for help through their link, but he received no response. so, he starts to panic, because his brother is always answering his calls. He tries to get up despite his best efforts, he hasn't even managed to move his little finger. Now my body is abandoning me, he says. Tears of distress streamed down his red cheeks of confusion and panic. When the voice rose a second time in the room.

Don't cry, I mean you no harm.

He looked at H's mouth, which barely moved. He looked around the room to see if there was any camera somewhere, he didn't see anything new in the room except those blue eyes staring at him out of place. Before he could think any further. He felt his muscles relax as he plummeted from the top of a cliff.

Marc and the boys, Alfred and Ayke try to distract Marc with all the nonsense they can come up with by telling him stories. Ayke told him in detail how the slumber party went and how H became a celebrity in high school. he told everything without even skipping the part where Kaeli allowed herself to give advice to Mandy on the kind of guy she should date. Marc laughs heartily, it's not the story itself that makes him laugh, it's above all the idiotic face the boy is making that puts him in such a good mood. He imitated all the people in his story that he found interesting. Then suddenly he stopped abruptly when he saw Marc's frightened face as if he had seen a ghost.

He rushed to Marc who seems paralyzed, he touched his shoulder and Alfred got up from his chair waiting to see how he could be useful, he went to get a glass of water which he handed to Marc who slowly begins to return to normal. What's wrong Ayke asked him worried? You shouldn't get sick too, who's gonna take care of your spoiled rotten son if you too let yourself get down, hm? The boy continues to question him in the same worried tone.

Marc looked at him and a big smile appeared on his lips, I'm fine silly boy, don't worry about me. You'll have me in your paws for quite a while, I promise you unless you don't want to see me again one day.

It won't happen, Ayke replies with relief. He put his arms around Marc's shoulders and stayed like that for a moment, he does it by reflex it's the behavior he always displays when he is with his brother. marc lets him do it, while he thinks about what he just heard. He wonders if Aike has gotten into the room or if his imagination is playing tricks on him, he hasn't slept too much this last week. But when Ayke started to panic, he realized he wasn't dreaming, he really heard it. He's there. He heard it for real...

What's wrong Ayke? The boy began to convulse while trying to answer the question, Marc took him in his arms, carried him to the living room where he laid him on the big sofa, and Alfred followed him running.

Has this ever happened to him? Marc asks him, as he pulls Ayke aside, shielding his head. Then the voice was heard a second time, Aike is in the room said Marc mentally. Alfred is far too scared to gather his wits to give Marc a clear answer. He has never witnessed such a scene with the boys, it's the first time and he's lost.

Alfred! Marc screamed to bring him back to him because he couldn't take care of three sick people right now and what was happening there is even more serious, he has to go check on Howie. With Ayke unconscious now and Alfred in a panic, he can't go up to the bedroom.

Alfred, listen to my voice big boy, you can do it and breathe slowly, dear. Look Ayke has nothing he just needs some rest after which we will take him to the hospital but for now, I need you to stay with us boy, yes stay with me. That's right, now breathe… Alfred tries to follow Marc's calm voice, he tries somehow to control his breathing at the same time. When footsteps drew their attention to the stairs. Much to Marc's surprise, Howie came down the stairs completely asleep with the unconscious body of Aike in his arms, he rushed over to him to take the other from his arms.

Put them together he needs his brother; said the hoarse, deep voice that only Marc apparently is able to hear. Howie was sleeping, he wasn't the one who carried Aike downstairs. A cold sweat ran down Marc's spine and his soul quivered with fear.

He is waking up! He whispered to himself, taking Aike carefully from his son's arms. Once relieved of his burden Howie collapsed at Marc's feet like a rag doll. Marc blocked him with the help of his foot to prevent him from rolling down the remaining steps. Once Marc realized that he was safe he goes back to the sofa where he put Aike near his brother by slipping his hand into his brother's. Then he went back to get his son who is lying carelessly on the stairs. He also carried him into the living room and put him on the sofa opposite the one the twins were occupying. Ayke has calmed down, he no longer convulses, his face takes on pink shades and his brother presents the same ones. Marc let out a sigh of relief.

He consulted the vital state of his son then those of the boys, everything is correct they are fine.

But there is something more worrying to manage, he has to report...

He asks Alfred to watch over them as he grabs his phone and goes down to the basement where he sits for a moment to collect his thoughts, everything needs to be in place and he finds the right words before dialing this number. He always thought he wouldn't have to do it, after all, they brought Howie here so he wouldn't run into his stimulus.

They could have warned them that this stimulus could be anyone, and this, no matters their world, their universe, or whatever. If they had known, they would have locked him up without ever letting him out and that would have been really cruel.

What will be the orders now? He began to think until he felt an incalculable headache calculating him little by little. He really doesn't need it. The situation in which he finds himself swimming is disturbing enough for him. One more migraine is to dig his grave straight away and bury him there alive.

He started pacing around the room in blatant stress. Shit, shit, shit! I'm in deep shit up to my neck. he screamed as he kicked a box… the box fell to the floor and its contents spilled out onto the floor. He crouched down in front of a drawing that caught his attention, what he saw there left him speechless. He started rummaging through the box, taking out the drawings one by one.

Everything was there. Exactly in plain sight but we were too preoccupied trying to avoid the inevitable that we didn't see the gist…but we missed it all.

He burst into a joyless laugh, a laugh that resounds like a whip on the bare skin of a damned man. He picked up the drawings and put them in place, after having photographed them one by one. This will constitute his file.

He ran a weary hand through his hair, the dark circles under his eyes are a clear indication that he needs a rest, but he doesn't think he'll have time to rest from today… it's over the holidays thinks Marc. And what will become of the boys' friendship?

I like those kids, he says out loud.

The twins wake up, they look at each other for a moment a bit confused and lost, Alfred comes to their rescue, he explains to them what has just happened and how Howie brought him down here and since then he too has been plunged back into a dreamless sleep. or a coma. He's not quite sure how he can describe Howie's current state.

Aike turned in H's direction, he jumped seeing him so pale, he got down with difficulty from the sofa, walked towards him, he caressed his brother's hand which he placed on the sofa, he gave him time to get out of his state. He went to kneel in front of H, he stroked his hair sweetly. And started talking softly to him again, he whispers to him, again and again, to wake up.

Wake up, you have to, wake up, don't let it take over, please wake up. He grabbed his hand and brought it to his forehead, leaning on his elbows on the couch. Please come back. He begged one last time. Under the gaze of Alfred, and Ayke who is far too exhausted to react or say anything, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Marc finds himself in the grip of a wave of stress which invaded him at the very idea of making this call, he still can't find how to present his report, so he decided to take the plunge and wait for the sentence that will come. then he dialed the number. His heart leaps in his ribcage when a distinguished voice answered at the end of the line; General make your report. He threw himself headlong.

What will happen, will happen. he said mentally...

Your majesty, he wakes up!