Necro- shiverwell

Weird weird weird, so weird of a dream.  Goes like this.  It's a pure hot, passionate, sexy and all around steamy dream about.... Well.....,, sex.  Go figure. I'm looking through the eyes of some guy having awesome sex with rika, this really hot girl.  We are both so into it, hair pulling, different posistions you name it.  We last like 2 hours before I wake up in a state.  For a moment I just stare then feveriously wipe my body from all the action in my dream, I know I'm a young strong male but seriously?  As hot as she is, why am I dreaming of sexing up my cousin, first cousin even.  It's still weird though, as hot as it is I'm only a watcher.  It's as if I'm looking though someone elses eyes but I'm no more aroused then if Im watching carrots cook.  Pure emotionless interaction, and not just in my dream.  I wake to the same sinsation.  Well I am awake now, might as well start my day
          (Tyrones thought of the day)

        "nice", said Tyrone looking at his iPhone just as combichrist starts playing.  He looks at his surroundings on the bus, even here heading into the main part of the city does he stand out.  Though his head is covered in dreds just reaching his chin, he's no typical "normal" black child.  His parents were born in Africa, lived in jamica, moved to Canada then the states.  Hell Tyrone was born in Toronto, something he always had fun with given that the majority of whites in the downtown area he was heading to.  They yelled racist remarks.
"go back to where you came from"
"can't", he'd yell back.  "lost my touque on the way here, I wouldn't fit in".  He took the job downtown just for that reason alone, he loved being a rebel rouser.  Even home he still stood out.  Tyrone loved to rave, and totally dressed the part as well.  It also was hurtful that the community didn't like that he was pansexual.  His choice still.  Work was as fun as always, cutting sheets of plywood and 2x4's.  The day however always went quickly, he loved to work with his hands.  Soon the day was done.
       One more day, another week and a 40 hr week done.  It was Friday, funday, time to dance.  He had waited all day for this and as he lay on his bed listening to ebm and hardcore he pondered his dream.  It was no use trying to figure it, it was just there.  Still the moment it hit hot 7 (7 o'clock) he started smiling, soon it wouldn't matter.  
       The music filled the street as the dj's let loose their madness.  The club was small but the crowd flooded the street and no one complained.  Tyrone was in the middle of the street crowd legs a moving in sync with the beat.  His tripps flowed like trails, like his legs were so fast he needed them.  His arms were covered in leather gauntlets, and his black button up shirt blended with his skin.  He danced till he needed water.  He pushed through people till he was inside the building.  He reached into his lower pantleg pocket and pulled out an empty water bottle and made his way to the bathroom.  The sinks were empty so it was easy enough for him to fill his bottle up.  While it filled he looked up to see shiver his long time crush walk in.  
"hey", he said with a smile to her.
She smiled back.  She looked great tonight.  Her hair had just been dyed that day.  Bright pink with several blue and purple streaks in the back.  It was shoulder length.  Her arms were filled with Kandi and she wore a lose fitting orange shirt with some crazy looking orange character on it.  She also had runners and soft pj bottoms on with Mario and luigi all over them.  Her backpack was kermit.  
"hey to you", she responded.  The club was rather open, it didn't even matter that there was a girl in the guys bathroom. "you hittin thoms after party"?
"depends who's there", he took in the entire bottle then refilled.
"oh yeah, drama with vli I forgot about that.  Well let's just hope she's not there".
"odds r", he asked sacastically.  He offered her water.  She took this moment to down a purple pig.  Ty wasn't much of a drug user but drank heavily at events.  Tonight he didn't have any money, pay is next week.  They both finished in the bathroom and just left it as the cops rushed in busting yet another event.  At this point the after party wasn't a good idea.  This was also tys chance to get shiver in his bed.  One bus ride later it came to pass.
        Sex was a good relief for Ty and who better then his crush.  After the bed breaking they lied there shiver on his chest.  For a moment something didn't feel right then she noticed what it was.  She sat up and looked at his chest.  She put her ear down on it left then right side.
"yeah weird eh", mused Ty.  "My hearts on the right side".  
"that's a twin thing isn't it"?
"I guess".
"wow", she said.  Kinda made her wonder if there was a second Ty how did he act, what did he do with his life?  Etc.  Her thoughts ended quickly when she felt a scar on his chest.  She sat up to look and was shocked at what she saw.  "what the fuck"?
Ty looked to where she was looking.  "this is how fucked up my family is".  He traced the scars on his chest.  "my grandmother, yes the one that lives with me and my aunt carved that above my heart when I was a baby.  Everyone in our family has one, kinda our family crest I think.  To be honest I hate it, but I always forget to set an appointment to have it covered".  The crest was 4 c's facing the 4 points.  North south east and west.  The one facing north was the largest one with east being smaller and so on.  There was a line that started at the top right and cut through the centers of the c's angleing down through the bottom c to the right side of the mark.  There were other scars but they were to faded to tell what they were.  Ty couldn't remember what they were so neither gave it another thought.  
        Saturday passed with both of them spending the day in bed, by Sunday they were an offical couple.  Only now could Tyrone call her by her real name, Sidney cylas.  By the end of Sunday both had decided to live together in tys house.  Ty was 26 and Sidn.... er I mean shiver was 22.  Both had stable and well paying jobs, and they've known each other for years so there was no trust issue.  Shiver worked 4 12 hr shifts a week leaving her Fridays open, so it was decided that she would move her stuff in that day.  Till then she packed lightly and stayed in tys room. 
       Monday came with no problems, both enjoyed each others company and both knew to cook.  Tuesday however was trying, it was the day grandma came back from her trip to Africa.  She knew in advance of the move but still wasn't pleased when she walked into the house and came face to face with the crazy white girl who swooned her grandson.  At first she looked liked the typical old lady, hunched over and sour looking.  Once she put down her bags however a physical change came over her.  She wasn't overly tall but boy was she fit.  She wore what looked like a westernized version of African cloathing which totally showed off her mid section.  She had a tummy any girl would wAnt, in fact her whole figure was something to behold.  She was a grandma that could turn heads.  Shiver looked her up and down. She noticed that the only thing that showed her age was her head.  She had buzzed hair all white.  Her face had wrinkles, but her eyes.  Shiver tried not to stare but she had eyes that aged her horribly, even older then what she was.
"I take it you be er"?  Demaned grandma.
"excuse me"? Shiver asked politely
"grandma this is Sidney", Ty chimed in.  "sid this is grandma ni'inj".  Her name confused sid and it showed.  "it's the closest translation we could get for her name.  To many clicks".  He smiled and winked at her.
"it is a pleasu......".  Sid started to say extending her hand.  Grandma cut her off, walking past her.
"grandson, you be takin mah bags to mah room".  Without another word she disappeared.  
"wow", said Ty.  "I didn't expect her to like you so quickly".
Not really seeing it she gave him a look.  "how do you figure that"?
"cause she has me bringing her bags to the room instead of you".  He picked up the bags and headed to the back, leaving sid to close the door.
        Dinner was anything but quiet with grandma asking every question god ever put into our minds, a few from the devil to I'd imagine.  Soon she knew sid better then sid did, but sid knew nothing about her.  9 was bedtime and both sid and Ty were cuddleing watching the ceiling.  
"so she tells me she's 62".
"78"
"oh wow....... That actually works"
"she hates her age, so I suggest u don't bring it up again"
"may I ask why"?
"she had kids really young"
"marriage"?
"rape".  That word caused her to snap up in bed and look at him.  "she was like 12 or something when she had her first.  A group of gurillas kidnapped her family and used her like that.  She was 4 to 8 at the time, right from the start they were slaves to them.  It took like 15 to 20 years before they were saved and grandma by that time had like 6 kids.  My mom was the first one born.  She doesn't know who dad is".  He paused a moment before laughing.  "you know how my mom and dad met"?  Sid nodded no.  "they met on a trip to Canada as students.  They started dating when they got back to Africa, 4 years later I was born".  He looked at sid who seemed lost in thought.  Smiling he turned off the lights and fell asleep.  
        The morning came quickly and with the car returned it was easier for Ty to head off to work now that he could drive again.  Sid was still in bed, she didn't need to be up for another hour.  She slept silently unaware of the looming figure in the darkness.  Stepping from the shadows grandma made her way to the bed tribal knife in hand.  She made no sound upon her aproached even as she stood over sid.  Sid grunted and moved around in bed, as grandma watched.  Slowly she leaned in till she was nose to SIDS cheek.  She stayed there for a moment before moving to the door returning with a syringe and a vile of clear fluid.  She filled the needle and put the contents into sid veins.  She waited ten minutes before slapping sid hard across the face to test she was out cold.  Happy with that she removed her top and started carving the northbound C into her chest.
         Tys chest itches as he works, unsure as to why.  He ignores it and keeps on working.  He stickered the product from the night before at the start but moved to forklift work just before first break.  He talked to the guys for a bit just as the itch stopped.  Break was over fast and Ty had yet to get coffee.  He made his way to the cafe just to remember he left his cup out by the product he started on.  On his way to the front he swore he heard a noise but the factory cutting wood was far to loud to be sure, he chose to ignore it.  Happiness overflows his face at seeing the maple leafs mug he used for coffee.  He jogged over to it and looked inside to make sure there was no sawdust in it.  A few silouettes ran past him to which he paid no attention to.  Usually just guys running to the coffee truck.  However, things changed as more then just a few shadows passed him by.  This time it caught his attention.  He back was to the oncoming, but what was passing him froze him in place.  Even with his work mates screaming, he never moved......... To many around him to find room.