//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: Let The Chaos Come // by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler //------------------------------// Let The Chaos Come Chapter Four Written By KingSombraTheTyrantRuler Lysander's P.O.V: Instead of replying, Discord snaps his claws and turns into a tall guy with blond hair that's in a bad guy style, blue eyes, and a smirk that I know all too well. Luke Sterling. I gulp. Why the fuck is Luke Sterling of all people at my house, and why the fuck is he here at midnight? I shake off my fear and say, "Discord, could you transform into a watch or something? I don't want Luke to find out about you. And how the fuck did you open the door?" "With the handle." "No, I meant, did you disguise yourself or something?" "Why would I do that? I used my magic to open it, got a look at whoever was there and teleported up here." "...Can you just transform yourself now? Or just hide in my closet, I don't mind." "Will do." Once he's in the closet, and the door's shut behind him, I make sure that my room door is shut and then get out of bed. I throw on underwear, jeans, a T-shirt and hoodie. Then I open the door and run down the stairs. But of course, I end up slipping and fall down the stairs in an undignified heap in front of my worst enemy who is currently laughing his shit out. "Why the fuck are you here Luke?" "I'm here to get my revenge. Your girlfriend didn't let me punch the shit out of your brains at school, so I'm here to do it." "For the last time, Sara is not my girlfriend. And how the fuck did you get my address?" "I've got the address of every fucking person in the school." "...Must've been a lot of work." "Not a lot of work when one has henchpeople to do what he wills." Luke's eyes darken. "That's off topic. Now, let's get to the real business." He pulls a penknife out of his pocket. I gulp. "W-what are you p-planning?" He smirks. "Ah, nothing much. All I'm going to do is just do something to you that'll teach you not to fuck with me. Don't worry, I won't get my shirt dirty with your blood." "L-look Luke," I try to keep the fear out of my voice "we could just settle this like gentlemen." "Gentlemen? No, Lysander. I want to have your blood, and I will have it!" He lunges forward with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes. But before he can do anything, there's a knock on the door. Both of us freeze. "Who is it?" I call out. "Lysander?" says a dreadfully familiar voice. "It's me, Sara." Luke presses the penknife against my throat, deep enough to draw a little blood, but not deep enough to kill me. "I will be back, Lysander. And when I am, no one can stop me from getting my revenge! But for now, enjoy your girlfriend. Later, I will enjoy your blood." With that he moves away and jumps out of the open window. I put my finger to my throat and discover that it's bleeding. Making sure to cover it, I open the door. I make no effort to hide my displeasure and say, "Sara. What are you doing here at midnight?" "I thought that I'd come visit you, because I couldn't think about anything but you." I take in what she's wearing. "Why are you wearing...that in such cold weather?" "Oh this? I just couldn't find anything else..." "Well...come inside." Once she's in, I shut the door. I try not to look at her, but I can't stop my gaze from drifting to her body. She's wearing a very revealing dress which is hardly covering anything. She can tell I'm looking at her and smiles. "So...Lysander... I'd like to see your bedroom." That snaps me out of gazing at her. "M-my bedroom?" "Yes, your bedroom." She's got this all planned out! "Um..." I think of what to say. "My bedroom is a mess! I can't show you it now!" "I don't mind a little mess..." "It's not a little mess! It's um...the sort of mess boys make. You know, the one where there's stuff everything and all that shit?" "I don't mind that mess either." "What if I told you I had a bug problem in there?" "Then I'd ask you if you've got any other bedrooms." "If I told you I didn't?" "Then I'd tell you that I really need something to sleep on." "Then I'd tell you to go to the sofa." "But the sofa is hard!" "And what should I do about that?" "Let me sleep with you." "You hate bugs, you're afraid of them." "Spiders." "A spider is a bug, isn't it?" "An insect." "Whatever. Why did you come here if you're just going to fall asleep in my bed?" "It's not my fault your house is warm." "My house is as cold as fuck!" "Whatever. Come on, Lys, let me sleep with you!" "I've got spiders all around the inside of my room, remember?" "I don't care anymore. You can protect me from them." "I can't!" "You can! You're big and strong!" "Compared to Luke, I'm nothing." "But I don't want Luke. He's a bully." "Then go back home." "I can't. As you said before, it's freezing!" "So how did you come here?" "I don't know, it was a reflex!" "Reflex to what?" "To thinking of you." "And can't thinking of spiders give you a reflex to go back home?" "It can't." "Take a bus or a cab then." "In this attire? Why, any man out there could take advantage of me!" "What about when you came here? Nothing happened to you." "But-" "Fine then, I'll let you sleep in my room. Just give me a few seconds and I'll get everything ready, ok?" Sara smiles. I go up the stairs, open my room door, go into it, and then shut it. I quickly throw everything off my bed and in five seconds, makes sure that my room looks presentable. ...Or not. Whatever, it's fucking midnight. I can't be expected to make things look perfect. Then I tell Sara to come up. Once she's in my bed I take a pillow (I've got ten or something) and start to go down the stairs. "Lys? Where are you going?" "Downstairs. I need to sleep." Sara sits up. "But you can sleep here, no problem." "I can't. It'll be wrong. And by the way, you can find some warm clothes from that pile." I point to the massive pile of clothes. "I think your clothes will be a bit...big for me. And Lysander, please?" "If you think so." I turn to leave but Sara screams. "What's wrong?" "I'm... Scared to sleep alone." "So how do you sleep in your house?" "I normally have" she blushes "toys to sleep with." "I can find you a toy." "But it won't be the same." "And me sleeping with you will?" "Yes!" "Still no." "Please Lysander." "No." "I'll help you with your maths homework and other subjects you might find hard?" "...Fine. But don't tell anyone." "My lips are sealed."