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Part Nine

Simon didn't speak again until he reached Lewis' flat. The raven haired man hadn't even attempted to ask his friend what was happening, and Simon seemed in no fit state to tell him. Once they had gotten inside, Simon made them both a drink, and then turned to his best friend.
"How are you feeling...?" He asked, still processing what had happened. That... thing. It wasn't human. That was for sure.
"A bit tired, um... how about you...?" Lewis asked back, taking a sip of his tea. Simon nodded from side to side, before motioning to the small table with a couple of seats that Lewis had in his kitchen. It was a nice little area, a long, thin window sat next to it, which Simon guessed would be nice when it rained. Lewis nodded at him and they both sat down at the table.
The raven haired man fidgeted a little and wouldn't make eye contact. This had become normal over the past few weeks or so, but this time Simon really looked at his friend. He looked knackered. Completely exhausted. His hair was messy, his skin still dirty from the accident. And now he realised that his friend looked almost like a kid who had gotten caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.

He thought over how to approach this, but eventually decided to put him out of his misery.
"Lewis, I know you don't wanna tell me what's going on. It's your choice after all... but..."
Lewis' eyes flitted up before pointing back down at his mug.
Simon sighed. "I have a feeling it's not actually your choice." May as well rip off the plaster and ask whatever needed to be asked.
"What do you mean?" Lewis asked, suddenly looking up at the other.
"Mate... You know if someone's threatening you then you can tell us."
"Nobody's threatening me, Simon, don't be stupid." The raven haired man looked back down at his mug, swirling the tea around.
"Alright, alright. If you say so." Simon rolled his eyes. If he pushed Lewis too much he'd close himself off again. "BUT... What are the... dark figures following all of us?"
Lewis' eyes went wide and his hands shook around his mug. "Dark figures...?" He asked, just louder than a whisper. The dark figures had been following him, sure, but... The others? Dark promised... "What...?"
"Well, we've all been feeling like we're being watched recently, mate." Simon began explaining. "Some of the guys noticed some shadows moving in the corner of their eyes and stuff, we all just chalked it up to our imaginations." He made sure to hold Lewis' worried gaze, somewhat calming but mainly firm. "And then there was that thing with the car."
"Oh... what happened? I... must have fallen asleep..." Lewis asked, getting up and walking over to the sink to wash his mug.

"Something came at the car. I hit it and it was quite a ways back down the road."
"Was it ok...?"
Simon looked at the raven haired man's back. "It wasn't, I couldn't..." He sighed. "I've never seen anything like it before... the way it got back up was so unnatural mate. It was like this... black mass. But not black, more like, devoid of colour. Empty... And it came towards the car so quickly and I just ran and got you back home."
The mug slipped out of Lewis' hands and smashed on the ground. "I have work to do." He mumbled, sounding determined, his expression turning hard as he turned back round - ignoring the broken mug - and stormed back through to the lounge, Simon jumping up to follow him. The raven haired man was ignoring everything the other was saying however, and just threw a couple of pillows and a quilt at the other. "You can stay on the futon." He added, pulling the futon out in one smooth motion. Simon simply stared at him.
"But, Lewi-"
And at that the raven haired man had gone into his room and slammed the door shut, leaving the other confused and downright flabbergasted.

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Simon woke the next morning with a stiff neck. He hadn't remembered falling asleep, and he wasn't sure how other than the confusion of yesterday making him tired. He must have fallen asleep at a weird angle while watching TV or something.
Lewis had ignored all of his attempts to talk or get him to open the door again. He was still confused about what had happened to make his best friend get into a huff like that and rush off.

He got up and rubbed his neck, straightening his arms back until he heard a satisfying click from his back.
He headed into the kitchen, making himself a coffee. Something wasn't right about the feeling in Lewis' house; he felt drained and tired and like he was constantly being watched from every angle and it was freaking him out.
He made a tea for Lewis as well and almost downed his coffee, not caring how hot it was as long as it woke him up a bit. He popped some nicotine gum into his mouth and tried not to think about how much he regretted giving up smoking with everything that had been happening lately.

He went over to Lewis' door, knocking with the tea in his other hand. He didn't expect the other man to answer, and he didn't, but the door slowly opened under his knock.
He could hear the sound of the shower running and sighed, placing the mug of warm drink down on the nightstand. He went over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Lewis? Mornin' mate, I've bought you a tea." He figured there was no use shouting at his best friend for what had happened, it wouldn't get them anywhere. There was no response. "Alright, I've left it on your nightstand, ok?"
He sighed when there was still no reply from his friend. He thought back to the shadowy creature he'd seen the day before... He knocked one more time. "Lewis?"

This time he heard something, almost silent but it was there. A small whimpering sound.
He tried the door handle, locked. "Lewis?!" He called. "Come on, open up mate!" He forced it open, past the lock - he'd fix that later - and pushed his way into the bathroom. He looked around the fogged up room, instantly boiling in the steam. He spotted Lewis and ran over, kneeling next to him and shaking his shoulders. "Oh, FUCK!" He almost yelled, seeing his best friend curled up. He had his shirt off, and across almost every inch of skin there were tiny cuts, on his face, his arms, his chest.

Lewis was crying, and Simon didn't know what to do as his friend tried to push his hands off of him.

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Part Nine

Simon didn't speak again until he reached Lewis' flat. The raven haired man hadn't even attempted to ask his friend what was happening, and Simon seemed in no fit state to tell him. Once they had gotten inside, Simon made them both a drink, and then turned to his best friend.
"How are you feeling...?" He asked, still processing what had happened. That... thing. It wasn't human. That was for sure.
"A bit tired, um... how about you...?" Lewis asked back, taking a sip of his tea. Simon nodded from side to side, before motioning to the small table with a couple of seats that Lewis had in his kitchen. It was a nice little area, a long, thin window sat next to it, which Simon guessed would be nice when it rained. Lewis nodded at him and they both sat down at the table.
The raven haired man fidgeted a little and wouldn't make eye contact. This had become normal over the past few weeks or so, but this time Simon really looked at his friend. He looked knackered. Completely exhausted. His hair was messy, his skin still dirty from the accident. And now he realised that his friend looked almost like a kid who had gotten caught doing something they shouldn't be doing.

He thought over how to approach this, but eventually decided to put him out of his misery.
"Lewis, I know you don't wanna tell me what's going on. It's your choice after all... but..."
Lewis' eyes flitted up before pointing back down at his mug.
Simon sighed. "I have a feeling it's not actually your choice." May as well rip off the plaster and ask whatever needed to be asked.
"What do you mean?" Lewis asked, suddenly looking up at the other.
"Mate... You know if someone's threatening you then you can tell us."
"Nobody's threatening me, Simon, don't be stupid." The raven haired man looked back down at his mug, swirling the tea around.
"Alright, alright. If you say so." Simon rolled his eyes. If he pushed Lewis too much he'd close himself off again. "BUT... What are the... dark figures following all of us?"
Lewis' eyes went wide and his hands shook around his mug. "Dark figures...?" He asked, just louder than a whisper. The dark figures had been following him, sure, but... The others? Dark promised... "What...?"
"Well, we've all been feeling like we're being watched recently, mate." Simon began explaining. "Some of the guys noticed some shadows moving in the corner of their eyes and stuff, we all just chalked it up to our imaginations." He made sure to hold Lewis' worried gaze, somewhat calming but mainly firm. "And then there was that thing with the car."
"Oh... what happened? I... must have fallen asleep..." Lewis asked, getting up and walking over to the sink to wash his mug.

"Something came at the car. I hit it and it was quite a ways back down the road."
"Was it ok...?"
Simon looked at the raven haired man's back. "It wasn't, I couldn't..." He sighed. "I've never seen anything like it before... the way it got back up was so unnatural mate. It was like this... black mass. But not black, more like, devoid of colour. Empty... And it came towards the car so quickly and I just ran and got you back home."
The mug slipped out of Lewis' hands and smashed on the ground. "I have work to do." He mumbled, sounding determined, his expression turning hard as he turned back round - ignoring the broken mug - and stormed back through to the lounge, Simon jumping up to follow him. The raven haired man was ignoring everything the other was saying however, and just threw a couple of pillows and a quilt at the other. "You can stay on the futon." He added, pulling the futon out in one smooth motion. Simon simply stared at him.
"But, Lewi-"
And at that the raven haired man had gone into his room and slammed the door shut, leaving the other confused and downright flabbergasted.

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Simon woke the next morning with a stiff neck. He hadn't remembered falling asleep, and he wasn't sure how other than the confusion of yesterday making him tired. He must have fallen asleep at a weird angle while watching TV or something.
Lewis had ignored all of his attempts to talk or get him to open the door again. He was still confused about what had happened to make his best friend get into a huff like that and rush off.

He got up and rubbed his neck, straightening his arms back until he heard a satisfying click from his back.
He headed into the kitchen, making himself a coffee. Something wasn't right about the feeling in Lewis' house; he felt drained and tired and like he was constantly being watched from every angle and it was freaking him out.
He made a tea for Lewis as well and almost downed his coffee, not caring how hot it was as long as it woke him up a bit. He popped some nicotine gum into his mouth and tried not to think about how much he regretted giving up smoking with everything that had been happening lately.

He went over to Lewis' door, knocking with the tea in his other hand. He didn't expect the other man to answer, and he didn't, but the door slowly opened under his knock.
He could hear the sound of the shower running and sighed, placing the mug of warm drink down on the nightstand. He went over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Lewis? Mornin' mate, I've bought you a tea." He figured there was no use shouting at his best friend for what had happened, it wouldn't get them anywhere. There was no response. "Alright, I've left it on your nightstand, ok?"
He sighed when there was still no reply from his friend. He thought back to the shadowy creature he'd seen the day before... He knocked one more time. "Lewis?"

This time he heard something, almost silent but it was there. A small whimpering sound.
He tried the door handle, locked. "Lewis?!" He called. "Come on, open up mate!" He forced it open, past the lock - he'd fix that later - and pushed his way into the bathroom. He looked around the fogged up room, instantly boiling in the steam. He spotted Lewis and ran over, kneeling next to him and shaking his shoulders. "Oh, FUCK!" He almost yelled, seeing his best friend curled up. He had his shirt off, and across almost every inch of skin there were tiny cuts, on his face, his arms, his chest.

Lewis was crying, and Simon didn't know what to do as his friend tried to push his hands off of him.