The Enima Of Life
#1 of The Enigma Chronicals
The Enigma of Life.
Max lobo, A contained creature, he lurks the desolate roads of equality. He himself a creature of nocturnal anise, Max Lobo, was known as subject 49 to the scientists Regan and Amir Dubáin. They were holder of desirable males; they lured others into the regal abyss, and stole them. The two males who thrived off the scent of desirable males and for countless years, Regan thrived off the scent of one male Max Lobo's emitting a scent of shire desire. And in these years his scent drove other males to clear insanity. Not physically, but mentally.
Regan and Max attended to the college, Regan the clear, stereotypical nerd, was jealous of Max, Max who was clearly intelligent, still had the desire to follow him through his college years. But Max manipulated the clear relationship he had with Regan, they had meet in science every years during the college year, Max befriended him, even Regan, was lured into his offer by the desire that Max had, Max's desire was clearly so powerful over any male, that Regan could not contemplate how to avoid his overpowering intelligence or desire. Max was clearly happy about this friendship. Meanwhile across town his brother had finished his college degree.
And now Amir was perfecting his "Facility", and was now collecting males one by one to make them suffer the loneliness. Max and Regan were still highly good friends, Max's amazing music career was on the way, as he took off with his desire, intelligence, skill and beautiful voice drove Regan even more insane, and soon his brother, would reverse the effect of Max's desire grip on Regan. Regan was clearly intoxicated with the desire that Max emitted. But Amir Revenge was clearly going well, but soon after Regan graduated with Max, his brothers demented fantasies finally could go into full swing as he lured his brother into the capturing of desirable males.
Max who soon took the world by surprise as not only a Rock star, but a role model to other desirable males in his intelligence, That's not to say he was totally aware, he was truly immodest about this, even he looked up to others, he befriended them, with "a heart of pure gold" so they say. But to Amir he never meet the legend that Max is.
Max's power on the musical world, was becoming one that was a force to be reckoned with, as Regan, finally remembered how kind and pure Max had been to him, the effect of his brothers logic was somewhat overpowering any good left inside him he turned and watched his brother cackle over this strong desirable stallion laying in the "Facility" the first victim of his brothers demented mind, was laying unconscious in the chamber, forced to feel loneliness.
It became clear when Amir's demented fantasy started to spiral out of control, when he started chatting up on guys just so he could manipulate them into his "Facility". Regan admired his brother's confidence, but also despised his brothers' sick mind. This was going to be the end of Regan, as once he found his brother chatting up his brother desirable friends, as he chatted up Regan's desirable friends.
Just that spark of insanity glared it's ugly head when Amir told Regan to sign off the rent payment, Regan was clearly intrigued that the rent payment came halfway through the month he knew his landowner was strict, but usually not this abrupt with payments certainly not when they come so early into the rent session. This made Regan's curiosity loom, and then he went to the post box to check the letters to the landowner, he found nothing there, and Regan then went up the dismal dark staircase, his brother was coming down he dropped a bunch of papers including a letter, Regan quickly bundled the papers making a quick sleight of hand trick to take the letter of his brother, smiling he handed the bunch of papers to Amir, and quickly took off with nothing more than a quick salute to his brother, he pealed the letter open and then read in caution beside his oil lamp and read in complete horror of what he was reading, it said;
"Dear Maximums Lobo.
It's your old college buddy here, you remember me , it's Regan, we were in science 101 together, anyway, not to be so mean on your social life or anything, but you know the local watering hole, the ye' old pub? You not to be hasty, but I bet you know it well, it is the only one in the town, so if it is not a bother to ask you this question to meet me their this weekend just get back to being friends and what not, I've so much to tell you about what is going on around here with me, it is just the case of where to meet. I will take that alleyway around the side entry and meet you there, sorry about that I do live behind the place as you well know, it is my dearest request.
Yours Sincerely
Regan Dubáin."
Regan feared his brothers intentions and if all hope was lost, Regan, discharged the letter in his drawer, knowing he'd lock it up and out of his brothers demeaned grasp, and out of site till he could destroy this, with a sudden, gasp he heard the door slam, walked out of his room and approached his brother with great caution.
"Be something the matter, dear Amir?"
Knowing he was in panic, with the cold heat his brother emitted from himself, his brother, came over roughly grasped his other brothers jacket and shoved him against the wall, with this disjointed rage, he looked deep into the cascading colours of his brothers eyes a simply asked.
"Have thou seen a letter that I once carried? It is of grave importance for my "project", I must have let thou trickiest me on the stairway to the floor below, have thou done this deed?"
His eyes lightened as his brothers head swirled to and fro. He knew he had been clumsy with the thrash, and then perceived himself as the cuspate and then exerted him to his room. As Regan, swept but a bead of perspiration onto the solid oak floor, he then left to go to work, his boss, effeminate and indicate of any emotion, had no time for late comers, especially since Regan lived only two blocks from the warehouse.
But Regan being somewhat empty minded had left the desk drawer slightly open, with his brothers letter inside, his brother, first went to the thrash-cans outside with no luck, he decided he never took the letter at all, and frantically searched his room with no luck he decided he'd eat, that usually fuels his brain's methods of thinking. Suddenly he walked back to his room, just as Regan took the first step to the apartment, he only had to pick up on some in work, which he has not much to do with except stamp it, he hated it and he stomped his way up the stairs, as his brother trudged through the kitchen looking for that letter.
Step by agonising step, cupboard by never-ending cupboard, the two brothers simultaneously scratched their heads, on the way back to his room, Amir noticed Regan's drawer open, he questioned this, his brother OCD, was clear if you seen the kitchen in which he had just been in, it's quite scary that its alphabetically arranged, The door handle twitched as Regan stumbled in finding his keys, Amir reached into the front of the desk, the door open as Amir slipped his letter, into his jacket pocket, picking up the broom confidently hidden in the corner of Regan's room and he started sweeping as Regan, entered a shooed his brother to make coffee, for him Amir, quickly Amir nodded, he was clearly, evidently board to tears, if he was cleaning, and so coffee was made, and then sleep was acquired the brother's had a party at the pub tomorrow night.
Regan and Amir took to getting clothes for the party, it was fancy dress and they presumed they would need to update the Halloween clothing at the same time. In this recent amiss Max was here too, searching through the uniforms section, half naked wearing low rider jeans, but showing his complete upper body to the whole shop. He was clearly confident in his desirable appearance; wolf whistles would come from 360 degree angles as he walked through the hottest section of the shop.
In turn of events Max approached Regan, and laughed.
"Hey odd timing old buddy, I just received your letter, I think I know the side entrance, anyway, I don't want to ruin my costume for you, you two should go get coffee, I shunt be much longer here, I know how you love your coffee Regan, it's such a pleasure to see you again, I mean, we live so close, yet we never talk, odd aren't it? Well you two get fuelled for now; I want you to be surprised when you see me"
Regan honestly did want to be surprised, whist his brother admittedly tossed his horn and huffed at that, he and Regan headed to "Star-paws" and had a coffee, Max winked and waved to them perched on the window lattice above the shop, and Max continued walking away with his bag, Regan, gained interest of what letter he had sent, he knew he had ages ago written to Max, but he never remember his confidence to send it, he looked back to see Amir's grin, and that foresaw and told Regan everything, Max got Amir's letter, not the one he wrote, but like that it was fate sealed in the palm of the hand, but Regan plotted an evil scheme to rid his brother's demeaned mind as they continued to search for the costume that most suited them, it was ironic that, a suit a suited them was actually just a suit, they picked out the blues brother's costumes, which Regan also thought was ironic, the two were both depressed and loner's in society.
This seemed so bizarre to Regan, Max was gentle and never hurt anything, he was shy but did not allude into the background like Amir did at parties, it was clear his brother, was the green monster, no longer green eyed he was just completely green, it was clear that his brother's veins secreted pure and utter hate and evil.
Regan and Amir that night headed to the Alleyway, and Regan loosely lifted his hoof to unseal the lose knot on his shoe and stumbled again and said.
"Please brother, continue on, I must fix this darn simplistic shoe lace."
Amir slipped a pipe-wrench into his paw hiding it from comers too, but not from behind, Regan regained to his feet, and took off both his shoes and saw the fire escape stair and slowly stalked his brother. He saw the desirable Max awaiting the brother's arrival, and as Amir approached Max turned, and eyes open wide, as he looks, at the welder of the weapon, Regan jumped from the roof as his brother swung, in this series of events the wrench passes past Regan's hooves as it clicks at the back of them and slaps Max right on the muzzle not harming his desire, but making him unconscious as Amir, hits his brother across the face with the wrench.
Max lobo, A contained creature, he lurks the desolate roads of equality. He himself a creature of nocturnal anise, Max Lobo, was known as subject 49.
[To be continued]