Four Psychos

Two finally smirks, his eyes lightening just a little as a hint of gold glistens in his eyes the way they did One’s earlier.

On a whim, I step through him. He sucks in a surprised breath, and I feel some weird tingles this time, something much stronger than the hum.

That’s interesting. I felt the same thing when I passed through One.

“Your eyes just did something,” Three tells him, moving closer and frowning over at me. “What’d you do to him?”

“Do it to me,” Four, my fearless boy, says to me, moving closer.

I pass through him, and I shudder at how good those tingles feel. It’s like they’re growing stronger.

“His eyes did it too,” Three states seriously.

Four looks serious now too when he turns to face me, which is not a look I see on him too often.

Three stalks toward me, his little Rafael things in his hands. Sai, I think they’re actually called. And it’s one of those words where that’s the plural and singular way to say it. I think.

Not the important part. The important part is that he’s wanting to use one of those sai to gut me. I can tell by that familiar murderous look in his eyes.

I’ve seen him use those weapons many times.

“Stop!” Four snaps, stepping in front of me before Three can pointlessly use those weapons.

“What’s she doing to you? You’re taking her side over mine?” Three growls.

“It’s not like that,” Four explains, as Two steps closer.

“I can’t sense an ounce of threat on her,” Two tells them. “She passed right through me, and you know I can feel a threat if I’m in close contact with it.”

“That’s why that guy went for One first, most likely. He sleeps the soundest, and you sleep like you’re at war,” I tell him.

“You watch us sleep?” Three asks incredulously.

“Don’t look so creeped out when you share a woman between the four of you.”

Four turns around to face me, his lips twitching again. “How often do you watch our activities?”

“Always, lately. The more I have eyes on you, the stronger I feel. I can stay longer that way. I fade away when I’m cut off from you for too long,” I explain.

“Fade away?” Two asks. “Where do you go?”

Sighing, I take a seat, though the bed doesn’t even dip or anything—again, I can’t put pressure on anything. “Into nothingness,” I answer. “There’s nothing until I return. Then there’s you. Since I can’t do anything but talk to you, and I’ve wanted to do that for a while, I’ll tell you all about it.”