Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ In the Midst of it All ❯ Escape From Reality ( Chapter 1 )

In the Midst of it All

This story came out of my own sick little mind and I’d appreciate it if no one tried to take my characters because they are a part of me and that would hurt…both mentally and physically I’d assume. Besides, I love them, especially after all of the time I put into creating them! Please enjoy my story!

A touch of passion to guide your heart,
~Ryu
Chapter one: Escape From Reality

Soren gave another restless turn before he realized that he was fighting a losing battle, calmly he sat up; his hazel eyes were underlined with black and red. God how his body yearned for rest, for the sweet comfort of sleep to draw him in and caress his body in its loving manner. Yet every time he closed his eyes that hated face of his swam into view, the deep brown irises seemed to bore through his very soul. Soren shook his head, using his supreme will power to push the memories out of his mind. As though moving through a dream, he slowly swung long pale legs out from underneath the black sheets that he had strewn across the mattress and floor in a feeble attempt at sleep.

Soren stood up to his full five-foot-ten height and stretched, he followed this act by sliding on a pair of ragged jeans over his boxers. He moved sluggishly toward the tall mirror that hung from his open closet door, the glass reflecting the mess of his room as well as the mess of the person that stood before it. He gently placed warm fingertips on the cool glass, as though reaching for someone caught in the frozen world behind it. His appearance was nothing less then shocking, with flawless pale skin cloaking a muscular chest and stunning hazel eyes that reflected the dim light of the moon with ease. To women he was dreamy, to men he was a challenge, and his attitude was icy and cold, accented by those mysterious, distant hazel orbs.

The teenager slid on an open white jacket, the ends meeting the middle of his thighs, leaving his bare chest exposed. He was always hot, his skin was forever warm to the touch, and he hated to feel as though he were imprisoned within any way. To his left was an open window, the fall air rushed through the opening, stirring the shoulder-length brown hair that accented his rough appearance well. With a quick roll of a stiff neck he was gone, out the window and into the night. His house, a small brown rambler, shrank away as he stalked the night, restless as though he were... "A vampire!"

Standing before Soren was a boy, not much younger than he, with wide blue eyes and a frightened expression. "What?" Soren replied in an even tone.

The boy produced a wavering finger and pointed at the unknown figure towering above him, "Y-you're a vampire, r-right?" His short dirty blond hair revealed his American roots as he stared, horrified, at the man.

"I am not a vampire, now go home little boy." Soren glared down at the boy, causing him to withdraw his finger and shove his hands nervously into his blue jacket pockets.

"B-but I haven't done anything wrong." He protested, in fact, the side of the road that they were on was under construction. Un-lain bricks were scattered everywhere along with plywood and a choking layer of dust. Soren scowled, revealing sharp canines, though they were surely human.

"Well leave me alone before I make it seem like you did." He said coolly, as though ice layered his vocal cords and made his speech icy and unwavering.

Now it was the boy's turn to scowl, "No one would believe you! Who are you anyway, you look suspicious. I'm going to call the cops, some thugs have been vandalizing people's property lately and you look like their leader." The younger teen glared up at the stranger, though his accent was faint, the strange teen was definitely Japanese.

"I said leave me alone." Soren growled before turning to continue down his own path.

"Wait right there!" The stranger protested and he gripped Soren's forearm. Soren jerked his arm out of the boy's grip and snatched up the nearest brick, weighing it in an open palm. He then wordlessly flung it at the house that sat on the opposite side of the road, for a second there was silence as the foundation soared through the air, then there was a loud shattering and crashing noise as the brick sailed through a window. That was sure to get rid of the boy Soren figured and he continued down the sidewalk.

But something caused Soren to stop and look back, his white jacket flared slightly with the wind. And there the boy stood, tears streaking down the side of his face as he stared at the house. He took off aggressively towards the open window, sobs escaping through newly wet lips. He didn't even slow down as he reached the shattered window, instead the young American gripped the sill, jagged shards of glass pierced soft hands. "Sister!" He launched himself through the opening and continued to cry out the word "sister" causing Soren's insides to lurch with a sudden feeling of dread. He jogged over to the opening, not really sure of what he was going to see on the other side, but something in his gut told him it wouldn't be good.

And through the opening he saw her, the child who had been mercifully laid upon a bed with tubes snaking from deep within her lungs and into the oxygen machine. She was a frail thing as though her legs had never walked the firm earth or her hands had never felt the soft moaning winds, her long blond hair hung limp about the bed, it was trimmed neatly at the edges but was otherwise wild and free. To Soren's sheer horror one of the tubes had been severed and she was gasping weakly for breath, the heart monitor that had been silently sending out a steady reading suddenly beeped rapidly before slowing down to weak, separate tones. All the while the boy was screaming her name, but the words did not reach Soren's ears. His knees buckled as he watched the girl struggle to live, it seemed all too familiar. Her small chest inflated and fell rapidly, the girl was only 7 years old as the life seemed to seep out of her very body. "NO!" Soren screamed and he clutched his head, using his unique...no his cursed ability to shut off his mind to the world. And the restless teen collapsed into a fevered nightmare that he forced himself to endure.

Soren stirred and opened his eyes, the nightmare he had just finished had been the worse so far, the very thought of it made him shudder. Yet his body felt oddly at ease, and his thoughts weren't as muddled as before, ah the miracles of sleep, if only he experienced them more often. Maybe then he wouldn't be where he was..."Where am I?" He managed to choke out in his usual monotone. Hazy images drifted fuzzily across his vision as he opened his eyes. The off-white ceiling made seeing all the more difficult and the soft sound of sobbing eased his mind, which in turn disgusted Soren. Finally the room came into focus and he realized that he was in a hospital, a few miles from his empty home in the suburbs of Florida, bad memories came rushing back and instinctively Soren shoved them out of his mind.

Sitting up slowly, the first person he saw was not who he expected, there sat the American boy from earlier, his head pressed solemnly into open palms. Soren stood up, ignoring the groaning stiffness in his joints, "Hey, kid, what's going on?" He reached to shake the boy's shoulder when his wrist was snatched in an iron grip. Shocked, Soren jerked his hand back to reclaim his wrist, only to find that the boy was not letting go.

"Murderer..." The boy breathed, he raised his face, tear stained cheeks underlined the pair of blue eyes that were narrowed into angry slits.

"What?" Soren asked, taken aback at the sudden transformation in the boy.

"You killed her...murderer!" The boy snarled. He tightened his grip on Soren's wrist, causing him to resist the urge to yelp in pain.

"No. I didn't kill anyone." Soren replied, his voice barely raising enough to display his distress.

"Yes you did! MURDERER!" The boy chanted the accusing word over and over again, his voice rising with each repetition. Soren glanced to the glass door that filtered most of the yell. It was rippled and dented to allow the non-critical patients some slight privacy, still people could see through and there would soon be a commotion if his shout caught unwanted ears.

"Shut up!" Soren demanded.

"MURDERER!" The American roared. The teenager was desperate; he had to shut him up! Soren did something that he had never even dreamed of doing; he jerked his wrist back causing the American to fall foreword and caught him with a pair of tender lips. The yells died instantly as this complete and total stranger stole the boy's first kiss, shocked blue eyes flew open wide as his breath was literally taken away. Soren played around a bit, deepening the shock and placing the kid's focus elsewhere.

The room was silent as Soren finally broke the kiss, leaving both boys gasping for air, "T-the hell is with you!?" The American choked out, alarmed.

"Quiet or I'll do it again." Soren demanded, equally disturbed but not letting it show on his face.

"You're a gay murderer!" The boy whispered.

"No I'm not; now help me get out of here." Soren instructed. His wrist was red and sore after it had finally been released in the shock of the kiss.

"Why should I?" He snarled. Soren easily overpowered the boy and stole yet another kiss, the feel of it made him shudder in disgust, but desperate times called for desperate measures. The blond-haired kid struggled against his grip but could do nothing against the force of the teenager. Finally Soren eased up, leaving the boy to reclaim his breath once more. The blue-eyed boy lifted himself heavily to his feet, like the earth pulled harder than ever to keep him from moving. He silently opened the door, well oiled hinges swung out smoothly and he lead the stranger down the hall, his face drawn and pale as though he were a man on death-row.

Down several flights of stairs, through many sliding doors, and out into the chilly night they flew. Soren relished the feel of the night against his bare chest and the absence of the antiseptic smell that made him gag. The American turned to re-enter the hospital, not daring to look at the molester when his hand was caught by a rough one. "Oh no you don't." Soren instructed. His deep eyes bore into the American's blue orbs.

"W-what!? I got you out of the hospital now let me go back into the building!"

"And risk you telling the world of what I've done? I don't think so, you're coming with me." Soren told him as though it were the most practical thing in the world.

"K-kidnapper! Why would I willingly go with you? I don't care what you do to me; I'm not leaving this place!" The boy stammered while backing away, this queer was intimidating.

Soren grabbed the boy and roughly pushed him up against the cool brick of the hospital wall, "I can make you mine right now if I want to, no one would hear your screams..." Soren's voice trailed off and a hand traveled down to the American's midsection. The boy was too frightened to cry out for he knew what the teen would do to keep him quiet. Tears sprang to his eyes as he watched his life spiral downward.

"F-fine...I'll go with you..."

“Good." Soren took his hostage by the hand and ran off into the night, the sun rose the next day and the cute American teen was no where to be found.


Far off in the outskirts of a small American neighborhood a dirty blonde-haired boy stirred in his sleep, his pattern was oddly calm, unlike Soren's. Slowly out-of focus blue eyes opened, he was expecting to see the lofty off-white ceiling of his blue room but was greeted instead by a rather frightening pair of hazel brown orbs. A certain kidnapper was positioned in a very wrong way, his legs placed on either side of the American's mid-section; his bare chest was just as close to his body as his face was. Instantly blood rushed to the boy's cheeks and his face was set into a furious blush, damn hormones! "What the hell are you doing you freakish Japanese kidnapper!?" The kid asked while placing two bandaged hands on the rock-hard chest and pushing hard.

Soren moved willingly off the teen, he had been worried that the boy had died, that would not have been good. So he positioned himself to try to perform some kind of revival process, thankfully the boy didn't need it. Unfortunately Soren was in fact Japanese and his grasp of the English language was weak, so fast speech confused him. He cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner while he took the sentence apart and rearranged it in Japanese, "I thought you were dead, you weren't moving."

"Yeah well I'm just not that lucky." The boy spat back while surveying his surroundings, reflecting upon the bus ride that seemed to last for hours and how the stranger had carried him off the vehicle...

"I do not understand." Soren replied.

"In short, I'd rather be dead then stuck with you right now; at least I'd get to see my sister!" He replied angrily. If he was hoping for a hurt look or any display of emotion to cross the kidnapper's face then he was sadly mistaken for Soren merely gave him an empty stare.

"...Who are you?" He asked.

"Oh god! The queer has short-term memory loss! Wait...I'm no one, just some kid you met on the bus home, sorry to bother you!" The boy turned to make a break for it when he was caught by a pair of strong arms.

"I meant your name." Soren whispered into his ear, causing a visible shudder to pass up the boy's spine.

"Why should I tell you, you...HOMO?" This annoyed Soren and he tightened his jaw ever so slightly.

"I am not a 'homo', 'queer', or 'gay'. I am Soren." He said while letting go of the boy.
"Fine, well I'm...GONE!" The boy made a run for it, only to splash into salty sea water a few seconds later, "No..." He whispered, "I can't be stranded with this...this...CRAZY HOMO!" He moaned in distress. Soren growled and grabbed his arm.

"I told you I am not a 'homo', or crazy for that matter, I'm Soren, and we're not stranded, we're near one of your American cities." Soren assured the boy.

"R-really? Which one?" He asked.

Soren shook his head, "Information for information. Your name and something else."

The American considered this for a moment and nodded, "I'm Felix Stone, now tell me where we are."

"Well Felix, that was not enough information to earn your location, that was simply pay-back for me telling you my name, I want something else.”

Felix snarled, the edge of his mouth turned up in disgust, "Like what?"

Soren took a step forward, causing Felix to take a step back, fixing the boy with yet another signature icy stare, "Do you hate me?"

What kind of a question was that? Still, it was pretty easy for Felix to answer, "Normally I don't believe in using 'hate', but seeing as how you're a not-straight vampire like kidnapper and murderer, my answer would be yes, and I hope you rot in hell for eternity."

Soren nodded, "I see. We are near a city called Brunswick."

Felix delved back into his history lessons and tried to match the name with the state when it finally hit him, "We're on the coast of GEORGIA!?" He howled pitifully. There were quite a few miles between North Western Florida and South Eastern Georgia, enough to keep him from running home in the middle of the night. Soren nodded and held out an orange to the boy; Felix gave it a look of pure disdain, "I'd rather eat vomit thanks." The Japanese teen shrugged and pulled a pocket knife out of the sole of his shoe where he was soon peeling the skin off of an apple. Felix stared at the blade with a frightened expression, this guy really was dangerous! He needed to get to some authorities quick!

"H-hey, Soren right? Why don't we go a bit inland to find some shelter since we're kind of stuck out here you know?" Felix stammered. Soren grabbed Felix's arm once again and dragged him to a further isolated part of the beach where a cave jutted far out of a cliff wall.

"Oh..." Damn it! Felix thought inwardly.

"I got food already so that excuse is gone." Soren replied.

"...I hate you..."

"I know." Soren said with a smirk.


On an isolated beach near the city of Brunswick, Georgia, a small boy walked along the length of the ocean, allowing waves to tease his exposed feet. For a moment he was alone, his mind racing with crazy scenarios and possibilities of escape. Most of his thoughts were fixed on scenes from shows he watched often known as Anime. The Japanese cartoons fascinated him, though he really disliked seeing the Americans mess up the voices of his favorite characters. In fact Felix held a proud position in a subculture known as "Otaku". He introduced himself as such and had no time for those who thought it weird or stupid. For a moment his mind wandered along the many genres of Anime, but one main one popped up in his head known as "Yaoi" which was basically the Japanese and Otaku way of saying gay or, homosexual. He himself never took to the idea, especially after watching a show known as Gravitation, he wondered momentarily if his captor watched Anime and if he wanted a possible Yaoi moment. Needless to say, the thought disgusted Felix.

Pushing unwanted thoughts and images aside, Felix focused on the task ahead, breaking free. Soren had gone out again to do who-knows-what in the city, probably buy more food and water. Where’s he getting the money from anyway? Felix wondered while jumping away from a pretty high wave, the tide was coming in. Maybe he stole it. He considered while drying off the bottom of his dark blue jeans with his hands, but that was neither here nor there. While drying off his jeans Felix felt a peculiar lump in the bottom pocket of his slightly baggy pants. His jeans contained six pockets (two in the front, two in the back, and two on the front of his legs) meaning he lost nearly everything that went inside them. After discovering a Twix bar and eating it, he found that the lump was actually his cell phone. Felix stared at the tech in disbelief, he turned it on and listened to the pleasant jingle as it flashed that he had over 7 new messages, all from his father. He then checked the full battery power and, still shaking his head in disbelief, dialed 911.


"One, two. One, two." Soren watched with mild interest as the boy, Felix practiced kicking, he was such a small boy, probably no taller then five feet and still he tried to kick and be forceful. A few hours had passed since Felix had returned to the cave after making his discovery and Soren had come back with some bottles of flavored water. The sun was barely kissing the liquid horizon of the ocean sending a burst of color into the dark grey and slightly damp shelter. The brown-haired teen absent-mindedly rubbed his wrist when his ears picked up a familiar noise as police cars sped along the beach. Swearing inwardly, Soren pressed up against the cool rock of the cave, grabbing a bewildered Felix from behind and holding him close, his hand over his mouth. The men in uniform began a thorough search of the area and Soren cringed as he felt a wet tongue pass over the inside of his hand.

"Stop that." He hissed at Felix who merely glared back and continued to inflict the disgusting feeling upon his kidnapper. If there was one thing the Japanese teenager hated it was the feeling of his hands being dirty and this was the ultimate torture for him. There was no way that the boy knew he hated this feeling right? But still, Soren had to let go and instantly the boy began to yell.

"Over here! I'm Felix Stone!" Felix instantly began to jump up and down and wave his hands above his head. One of the cops saw him and shouted to his comrades.

"That's the boy that was kidnapped! There may be a hostile homosexual teenager inside, watch yourselves!" He shouted to the rest of his squad. They chimed a "yes sir" and advanced toward the cave, guns drawn and ready.

Soren spun Felix around and gave him an angry glare, "How did you..."

Blue eyes shone in a mocking grin as Felix dug into his pocket and revealed his black cell phone, "Japanese technology at an American's price." He said with a smirk.

Soren made to move and snatch the phone when a voice crackled over a loud speaker, "Release the boy and come out with your hands up!" The cop shouted. Soren obeyed and slowly descended down the slippery rocks to confront the officers.

"Is there a problem officer?" He asked in a nonchalant tone.

"You're under arrest for the kidnapping of Felix Stone, please proceed to turn around and come with us!" The officer replied.

"Now is that really necessary? You see this boy and I are extremely good friends, I did not kidnap him," Soren's voice had dropped and become almost entrancing. Felix realized right away that something was wrong, "I merely surprised him with a trip to the beach." He stared the officer in the eye and the man seemed to fall under his very spell.

"B-but we got a call..." He said, his voice fading fast.

"That was a prank call sir, I am sorry but we were simply having a fun time and, well, Felix is such a party animal that he had one too many drinks.”

"But..."

"I am sorry for the mix-up sir, but you may go back to the station in peace and forget this whole thing, I did not kidnap this boy." Soren said, his eyes never leaving the man's face.
"Yes…it was just a mistake...come men, we have made a mistake...they're just friends..." The cop stumbled off as though in a trance, his small squad followed, equally hypnotized.
Soren returned to the cave and snatched the phone from the boy, "Naughty, naughty,” he teased, watching as Felix's face drained of all color, "I see I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

"Y-you really ARE a vampire..." He muttered, his feet became heavy and rooted to the floor.

"No I'm not, I'm just some poor tortured soul that learned how to survive in this hellhole we call life." Soren muttered and moved close to the boy, his hand searching yet again, he was just going to scare him. It was lucky that that cop had been so weak-minded, but next time...no, there wasn't going to be a next time. The Japanese teenager did scare the boy; he was so close that afterwards Felix wept tears of relief and disgust, what was going to happen to him now?


Heavy eyelids flickered open as a glorious scent occupied the air beneath a young teen's nose. Unfocused blue eyes stared stupidly at the burger that was steaming before him, but a growling stomach guided numb fingers to the savory sandwich. Oh God it's so good! Nothing beats a McDonald's Big Mac! NOTHING. Felix Stone realized as he shoved fries down his throat and tore into the combination of beef and bread. He ate so fast that some food became lodged into his throat and instantly his air way was clogged. Pale hands shot up in panic to his throat, he couldn't cry out or breathe, where was his captor?

Felix frantically looked around the cave, only to discover that Soren was no where to be found, his mind fuzzily realized that it was dark outside, a full moon spilled light into the temporary shelter. Silent tears streamed down the side of Felix's face as he began to slip from consciousness, his vision blurred and the world began to go dark. Somewhere in the back of his dying mind he felt a strong, almost painful push on his diaphragm. This was it, the world was gone, nothing but the full moon could be seen and it too was rapidly fading. Another painful push and then a slap against the back and suddenly the teenager could breathe again.

Gulping down sweet, painful breaths of air, Felix treasured the feel of life as his vision steadily returned and his eyes rested upon his savior. Soren held up a bottle of water which Felix accepted gratefully, oh God how it felt good to be able to breathe again, he had been close to death. "Why...did you save me?" Felix asked Soren, his voice a bare choking whisper.

For a second the vampire-like teen seemed like he wouldn't respond then he addressed the boy, "I won't let another person die in my sight, not while I can do anything about it, are you feeling better?"

Felix nodded gratefully; Soren didn't seem like such a bad guy...who was he kidding? The guy was some kind of homosexual, kidnapping, brainwashing, VAMPIRE for crying out loud! But still a part of Felix had learned to deal with him and his odd ways while the other part was back to plotting his escape. "Y-you didn't perform CPR did you?" Felix asked, he simply had to know; he needed to make sure to wash his mouth out with ocean water later on if so.

This question was rewarded with a smirk as Soren shook his head, "I did no such thing, I merely performed the Heimlich."

"So...since we are stuck here, what's your story? Why were you walking around outside at night, and why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Felix pressed, the more he knew about his captor the better.

Soren stared out at the moon and sighed, "Well..." His words were cut off by a sharp gust of wind and his body was instantly chilled, though the only evidence were the goose bumps that formed on his arms. Felix, on the other hand, burst into a fit of shivers, winter had already arrived, it was clear on the freezing breeze. Soren sighed and shed the only thing that was concealing his torso, his white jacket, and threw it on Felix's head. "That's a story for later on, for now I think we'd better find a way to get warmth." Felix nodded stiffly in agreement and stood with Soren. To his surprise Soren didn't react with a "stay here" or "I'll be right beck" he simply led the way out of the cave and down the wharf.

The golden sand sparkled in the waning moonlight; two pairs of footprints were left on the soft sand near the hungry waves. After what felt like a half an hour the odd pair found themselves at a port with a ferry glowing and steadily churning water. A man leaned off the vessel with a gas lantern swinging in one hand, “All aboard, last stop of the day!” The man shouted with his free hand cupped around his mouth. Without a word the odd pair approached the boat and Soren handed the man a few bills to help him forget their faces. Along the shore the tide surged forward and the long, winding trail of footprints was washed away from the world. As Felix Stone stared longingly at the coast littered with glittering golden lights and a few occasional red and blue spots he knew that with the help of the mysterious Soren, he had escaped his own reality.