Birthday Party [PT.2]

Michael, ever since he was a kid has been plagued by a strange, unexplainable hunger that he had no control over. It wasn't hunger for food, but a fascinating hunger for everything around him. It kept growing and growing until Michael found himself dissecting dead animals to learn more about them, this was also why he could read and write despite never going to school.

It was all to feed this insatiable hunger that he has known for years but it coincidentally subsided after Michael met Edward. The hunger never resurfaced itself, not until today.

Michael had recollected himself and began to enjoy the party with Edward by his side.

The boys drank everything on display, be it sweet or sour, they drank everything drinkable.

They were fascinated that certain flavors even existed, they just melted right in their mouths.

Edward, however, was cautious about Michael but right now, seeing Michael genuinely enjoying himself was a sight he wouldn't sacrifice for anything.

"Hey!" A guy greeted both, Michael and Edward, he was the cliche good-looking guy but he looked to be on the older side in terms of age as he was nineteen years old with pulsating blue eyes.

"I came here to apologize on behalf of Liam, he is always like that when someone new joins. Please don't hold it against him," The boy apologized on behalf of the man that caused Michael distress, even though the one he was apologizing to didn't pay him any attention.

"Hahaha! That's fine, I'm sure he meant no harm," Edward engaged the boy in conversation as he could see Michael had no interest in doing so.

"My manners, I go by the name Vincent. May I know your names?" Vincent attempted to strike up a conversation with the boys but Michael was busy stuffing his face with food to be concerned about what was going on.

"I'm called Edward and this one stuffing his face like a refugee is Michael," Edward said. Vincent giggled when he heard the tease Edward threw in Michael's direction.

"A refugee, that is most humorous!" Vincent praised the joke and Edward didn't know how to react because this was how he typically spoke to Michael but he knew he was making a good first impression.

"Tell me, what are your powers?" Vincent questioned and this was where Edward knew a problem might suffice because he didn't have any powers, nor did Michael despite what Michael had told him.

"Um…" Edward hesitated, he didn't know what to say.

"I didn't mean to pry! I will go first, I have the power of fire…" Vincent demonstrated this by creating a small fireball in the palm of his hand. Edward was drawn in, this was his first time seeing a power manifested in person.

"Woah!" Edward exclaimed, he could not believe what he was seeing, he looked in Michael's direction to show him but Michael was already looking at him. Something was strange, Michael didn't look excited or fascinated by this ability, he had a look like he was possessed.

Michael stretched his hand towards the flame, this was an action that surprised Vincent because when someone sees fire, their first instinct isn't to touch it.

"H-Hey…. You shouldn't touch the flames," Vincent tried to dissuade Michael but Michael didn't stop. It was almost like he was in a trance but a hand soon stopped him, it wasn't Edward's hand either.

"Vincent, what was the rule at this party?" A voice asked, and Vincent's fire immediately subsided with this question.

"It strictly forbids any usage of powers, or do you want to be thrown out like that dumbass Liam?" This was the voice of a boy, the same age as Vincent but not the same level of attractiveness, he had the face of a filler character, and nothing stood out about him. Not his dull brown eyes or wavy hair of the same color.

"I-I can explain Alex, I was trying to be friendly," Vincent went into defensive mode the moment he was confronted. Michael was surprised by how firm this man's grip was, he couldn't move an inch but Edward's shock was that he couldn't perceive his presence until he spoke.

Alex had just spoken about powers being forbidden so it was safe to say he didn't use his powers, whatever they may be, for this feat.

"And you, what the hell is wrong with you?" Alex asked Michael, still grabbing his hand.

"What? I can't see if it's real. Let go of my fucking hand, you weirdo!" Michael was sharp with his words as usual.

"I just saved your dumbass from being burnt. I'm not letting go of your wrist until you show some fucking gratitude, you little twerp!" Alex fired back, Michael met his match and Edward was conflicted if he should stop Michael or not.

"I didn't ask you, dipshit! It sounds to me like you have a fucking problem minding your business!" Michael retorted, both boys were matching each other's energy and Edward couldn't help but giggle, it was almost like Michael had met himself. Edward was having a good time, but only if the boy knew what was happening to his mother at this very moment.

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"W-What do you want?" Mrs. Michaelson questioned her captor, he must have some sort of demand, if he wanted her dead he wouldn't go through all this trouble.

"A song, I want you to sing for me," The man responded. They were in a dark swampy place. The stench that lingered was gut-retching and it took everything in Mrs. Michaelson not to regurgitate whatever was left in her system. She was surprised the man was fine in such conditions but now wasn't the time to get in her head. She had to fulfill his needs so she could get back home to her child.

"W-What song?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler," The man casually said but there was a problem, Mrs. Michaelson didn't know the song.