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Chapter One: SAINTS.
In the Name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.


“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.”
- William Shakespeare 



MILLIONS AND MILLIONS of big white snowflakes are falling down on the streets. Dancing and twirling in the night. Gale and Randy are holding hands so tight their knuckles are turning white. Running as fast as they can, their legs hurt and the cold breeze freezes their skin as it hits their faces. They run across the streets, along the sidewalks, pushing people aside, they run as far as possible in the morbid streets of New York. They’re breathing heavily and their lungs hurt badly. Gale holds his lover’s hand securely with their fingers intertwined together, pulling him to wherever they’re going. Escaping gives them a thrilling feeling, it’s dangerous, intense and exciting, even though fear overcomes them.   

They run for their lives over the snow covered ground. There’s a river bordering the street, black metal fences separate the sidewalk from a sharp precipice. They run to the railed hedge. Gale puts his hand behind Randy’s back and helps him to get over the black fence. The ledge is small and there’s barely enough space for one person. Randy stands on the ice covered border. Gale jumps over the small fence and cautiously stands beside Randy. They hide behind the small escarpment, trying to walk as vigilantly as they can along the sides, holding onto the concrete wall. 

A black car drives closer to the edge and the silhouette of four men can be clearly seen through the tinted windows. Gale and Randy look above as they hear the wheels slowly roll by in the icy snow. They stand close to the wall, as hidden as they can, and stay still. The car drives away when the men see that the certain people they’re looking for aren’t there. 

Gale nods as a sign for Randy to keep on moving, they walk along the frozen border and they carefully move step by step against the side with both hands gripping the walls. Gale makes a wrong step and misses the edge and falls hard into the frozen water. Randy’s head quickly turns towards the loud splashing noise and panics at the sight of Gale beneath the freezing water of the river. He curses and kneels by the edge. Gale slowly swims up to the surface and tries to breathe. His teeth are clenched together and his breaths are sharp and hurt his lungs. Randy grabs his arms and pulls him out of the water with all his strength. Gale’s lips are quickly turning purple and his clothes are drenched. As the air hits his wet hair, it crisps into thin, dark brown, locks of ice. Randy pulls him aside and supports his weight. 

“I got you.” Randy whispers. 

Gale’s too cold to speak, think and control his moves. He can barely walk. Randy pulls him up the small cliff and helps Gale over the black fence. It hurts to breathe and gray fog escapes his mouth and nose. He lets himself fall onto the sidewalk. Randy rapidly jumps over the railing and rushes to Gale. He helps his lover up on his feet, holding on tight to his body, wrapping his arms around him to help him stand. Gale unsteadily walks with too short steps. He feels severely cold and his arms are tensely wrapped around his stomach. They walk together across the street and head towards a large, dark, stone church on the other side. Randy opens the heavy door and stumbles inside with Gale. He quickly walks into the alley. The church is empty. Holy statues and crosses are decorating the church. Lots of small white candles are lit and the rays of the sun shine through the stained-glass windows. The ambiance is warm and reassuring. 

The priest comes forth, his expression turns worried as he sees Gale, freaking out with his lips pressed together. He can barely keep his head up or open his eyes. Randy swallows hard.

“Father, we need your help. There are men out there and they’re looking for us!” Randy begs, keeping his tone calm and soft.

“Certainly, come.” The priest turns around and walks along the alley. Randy follows him with Gale close in his embrace. 

The priest directs them past the front area, and unlocks a door for them. He opens it wide for Gale and Randy to walk in. Randy says a quiet ‘thank you’ to the priest and he leaves them, locking the door behind. The room is small and the ceiling is low-rise. There are wooden boxes and sharp metal objects spread around the floor. Randy kneels and helps Gale to lie down on his back. He rests on his knees and leans forward. Gale is trembling and keeping his shaking hands up to his chest. 

“You have hypothermia, we have to keep you warm.” Randy says as he removes Gale’s black coat. He tosses it aside and carefully pulls his shirt off. He quickly unzips his tight black jeans and slides the denim down to Gale’s knees. 

Randy yanks his own shirt off and throws it in the corner. He sits on top of Gale, and bends over him to exchange his body heat. Closely pressing his chest against his skin and wrapping his arms to Gale’s sides. Their skins reflect a warm glow as the few candles hanging on the walls produce a pleasant orangey, dim light in the room. Gale shivers agitatedly under Randy’s warm body. He tries to stay conscious and as warm as he can with Randy’s contact. Randy softly strokes Gale’s neck and torso. 

“Hod’w come… ydou know g’all tdhis?” Gale tries to enunciate at his best but it is difficult, when one’s teeth are tightly clenched.

“Acting elicits a lot.” Randy whispers against his thorax.

They stay silent as Gale’s temperature slowly warms up. With stiff moves, Gale detaches his arms from under Randy’s body and wraps them strongly around his back. He’s still slightly trembling but his color went back to normal. Randy hums a song softly to avoid the silence. Soft moans fill the room to the rhythm of a tune he once heard in a movie. Gale listens to his purrs, feeling Randy’s neck vibrate against his skin. He gently presses a firm kiss on his forehead. 

“Tell me you’re okay.” Randy stops lulling and whispers, straightening his neck to look up at Gale.

“I’ll be fine.” Gale mutters with a sigh.

Gale’s body is safely warm, but it’s too late. Loud steps and voices are being heard throughout the church. The steps get closer and glass objects are getting broken. 

"We've waited too long..." Gale whispers to himself. They hear the priest talk but they can’t quite tell what he’s saying. Gale tenderly kisses the blond’s lips. They press their foreheads together and breathe in and out slowly.

The priest talks again and another object breaks. ‘We know they’re here, we saw them walk through the fucking door!’ The guy’s screams echo within the church. 

“This is gonna be bad…” Randy whispers. Gale holds him tighter, he crooks a small smile in the corner of his lips, and looks right into his deep blue eyes. They swallow hard and look at each other, in a secret way which they both understand perfectly.

“We have to Rand, or else they’ll have the satisfaction of killing us themselves.” Gale says in a very serious and calm voice.

‘Tell us where you hid them.’ His voice is closer. They hear a strong punch and the priest groans in pain. ‘Get out of my church.’ He declares in a confident tone.

Gale looks at the younger man. His stare is filled with lust and passion as he thinks about his actions. 

“Randy… you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” Gale’s voice is quiet and shaking with fear. Randy lets out a nervous laugh.

“If you go, I go with you. And if you die, I wanna die with you.” Randy whispers very quietly close to Gale’s cheek. Gale looks at him and smiles. They press their lips together and kiss passionately till they’re breathless. Randy gently pulls away and looks around the small chamber. With everything there is in the place it shouldn’t be hard to find something. He reaches over, staying on top of Gale, and rummages around the room to find something sharp. 

“Will this do?” Randy takes a small bottle of a poison and places it beside Gale’s elbow. He nibbles on his bottom lip and looks around again. He picks a knife off the ground. Gale looks at it and gulps.

“Yeah...” Gale says softly and takes a slow and deep breath. Randy takes the small bottle and starts to open it.

“W-wait…” Gale stops him by placing his hand on his wrist. 

“Come here.” Gale holds Randy’s neck and he bends for a kiss. They stay lost in their kiss until they hear some more loud voices yell. They gasp and pull away.   

“Drink this, and when you feel that you’re… you know. Stab me.” Randy whispers.

“Dagger and poison like Romeo and Juliet, ever the romantic.” Gale laughs and bites his bottom lip. Randy smiles his famous ‘Sunshine’ smile one last time and takes deep breaths. 

Gale opens the little bottle and reluctantly brings it to his lips. Without taking his eyes away from his lover’s and holding his hand tightly in his, he swallows the black liquid. 

“Fuck…” Gale whispers in repugnance. Randy has tears forming in his eyes. Gale throws the empty bottle against the wall. Feeling this bitter taste in his mouth, he trembles and picks up the knife.

Randy quickly lowers his body against Gale and holds him tight, pressing his cheek against his chest. 

“I can hear your heartbeat…” Randy whispers, a tears rolls down his cheek. 

Gale smiles and holds his lover tighter, the tip of the knife slightly placed to Randy, in the middle of his back. They hear footsteps on the other side of the door as the killers try to find them. 

“Never thought I’d die like this.” Gale says weakly. He tries to ignore the biting, acidulate and spiteful taste that’s burning and destroying his insides. Randy sniffs, his tears wet on Gale’s bare skin. 

“I love you so fucking much.” Gale pants as his chest is shaking.

“I love you too.” Randy whispers so softly.

“Hold me.” Gale says out of breathe. Randy wraps his arms around him as close as possible.

“Close your eyes…” Gale warns and Randy does so, very tightly, with the sound of Gale’s heartbeat failing under his ear. Gale chokes and stabs the dagger as his last move. His arms collapse around Randy’s back, hugging him. Blood flows, covering the lovers like a red duvet. 


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