Golden Twilight, Part 1: Dark Abyss
Golden Twilight:
Written by: Dmitri Karishnikova
Ok so, this is my first (submitted) story. Standard stuff, though this doesn't have any yiff in it. You know the drill, not at or over 18 you're not supposed to be here, don't read this if you're not and/or don't like gays. This story is No Yiff and contains death/depression so if you're not interested in that hit 'back', otherwise enjoy!
Chapter 1: Black Abyss
I sighed heavily as I walked down the stairs from my apartment to the ground floor. I lived in Apartment C-53 on the Tenth floor of the "Vladivostok" apartment complex, which was nestled in the middle class part of Saint Petersburg, Russia. My name is Pyotr Putin Gorbachyov. I was born on December 12th, 1990. Today, it's December 11th, 2010. I turn Twenty tomorrow, I'm not all that excited about it, but my boyfriend, Nikolai is. Yeah, I'm gay. I'm also worried about my mate, Nikolai. He was diagnosed with cancer almost a year ago, at first the doctors couldn't figure out what kind it was, but after a few months they found out it was heart cancer, but that Nikolai also had several tumors in his... chest and brain. They managed to remove the tumors, but insofar they can't do anything about the cancer in his heart. They say he has another year to live unless they can cure it. I hope they can, I love Nikolai with all of my heart and I couldn't live without him. I stopped in front of the currently non-working elevators, looking at my reflection in the shining metal doors. I'm not particularly tall, only around one and two thirds meters tall... five and a half feet for you Americans, and I was covered in a long black cloak. I was a cat, a Russian Blue with light greyish blue furr which was a stark contrast with my hair, a bright red mane of hair that hangs down to just below my middle back. I normally keep it in a ponytail. I sighed and picked apart the things that Nikky liked about me... my soft, caring face which seemed distinctly different from normal Russian chiseled, hard features; my eyes which always seemed to change colour, and my small, short muzzle with a half black, half pink nose. Truth be told, my eyes really do change colour. I'm very different from most other furrs. You see, there's an "Underground" of sorts, a civilization that leads seemingly normal lives while hiding certain traits within themselves that would make them abnormal. I'm talking, of course, about the Magic and Kinesi users. I myself am a simple Dark-Mage, controlling Dark Magic, Earth, and Electricity. Nikolai knows nothing of this, and I plan to keep it that way... for I do not know how he would act. I look up suddenly as I hear the bells tolling out Noon. "Shit!" I said to myself "I'm going to be late!" I took off at a fast pace, my cloak trailing behind me.
It's now six-o-clock. I just got off of work, working at a Tavern/Inn within St. Petersburg that catered primarily to those who lived in the underground. It is the "Golden Twilight Inn", a pretty place that generally bars normal people with a "No Vacancy" sign lit up outside. The inn isn't important though so I won't bother with it right now. I was approaching Nikolai's apartment complex. He was a year younger than me, Eighteen, and for the moment still lived with his father until he could get a job to support himself. I offered him a place at my apartment several times but he put it off, saying he'd want to split the rent with me. Anyway, I walked up the stairs to Nikolai's apartment, just under the roof near the roof access doorway. The roof door was hanging open, which I found odd... I opened Nikolai's apartment and took a few steps in, looking around. His father was at work still, he worked from four to midnight.
"Nikolai? Honey, where are you?" I called out. There was no reply, but I saw a note sitting on the table next to the door. There were tears stains on the note, and I could see Nikolai's handwriting through the paper. My eyes widened in horror and I swore loudly, rushing out of Nikolai's apartment. It all finally clicked into place now, Nikolai's silent withdrawal from me, his morose attitude... the open roof access door. Tears bit at the edges of my eyes as I ran as fast as I could up the stairs and onto the roof. I stopped dead as I saw Nikolai standing at the edge of the Apartment's roof. We were twenty stories up, a fall from this height would without a doubt kill him.
"NIKOLAI!" I called out to him, taking a halting step forward, my arm outstretched towards him. "Nikolai, don't jump! Please! I love you Nikolai!"
Nikolai turned slightly and looked at me. Tears were running down his face, and he looked utterly broken. He was a folf, with light grey furr almost white. His normally neatly combed back shoulder length black hair blown about by the wind, his sharp but caring features twisted into pain and sadness. He was wearing one of the outfits I had given him for his birthday, baggy black cargo pants, a dark red shirt, and a black leather jacket. His lip quivered slightly and he put his hand over his heart, mouthing "I'm sorry" before he turned and stepped over the edge.
"NIKOLAI, NO! DON'T JUMP!" I ran forward, stopping at the edge where he had been just a second ago. My brain struggled to catch up as I looked down over the edge of the building. I saw Nikolai below, already halfway down the apartment. Tears welled up in my eyes, I couldn't look away, and I watched as his body hit the concrete sidewalk below, crumpling into the impact. I fell to my knees, my hands grasping uselessly at the air-space that Nikolai had so recently occupied before dropping to the ground. My head hung low, tears of pain, regret, sorrow, and anger pouring from my eyes, steaming as they hit the cold night air, falling from my face to the concrete of the roof. I collapsed into myself, weeping pitifully. I had no idea how long I had been there before two officers came up to the roof. They saw me, curled into as tight of a ball as I could possibly obtain, weeping onto the arm of my robe, and one of them sighed. He walked over, an otter with dark brown furr, his short blonde hair whipping around in the wind, and knelt next to me.
"Hey... are... are you OK? What happened?" he asked. Even though he didn't know me, his face showed concern and he seemed to care. I hadn't even known anyone else was up here, and I looked up, my eyes bloodshot and red, my irises pitch black to match my pupils. I stared at the officer, tears still streaking from my face.
"C'mon... lets get you off this roof; it's not safe here..." The officer nodded to his friend, and they both knelt next to me, gently helping me up onto my feet and supporting me. I didn't resist, I didn't do anything. I had no idea what they wanted, but I didn't care... my life was over, the love of my life had just thrown himself over the edge of a building and now lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood twenty stories below me. The officers helped me down the roof-access stairwell but as we started past Nikolai's room, I stopped.
"Wait..." I said, prying myself from the officers. They watched, confused, while I went into Nikolai's apartment and grabbed the note. I read it where I stood, going over each word a few times to make sure I got it all right.
"Pyotr:
I am so sorry that it had to end this way... but you and I both know they won't be able to cure this cancer. Already it taxes my strength, I can barely do anything anymore... instead of having you suffer through my last dying breaths, I'm going to do what's best for both of us and just jump... I'm sorry, Pyotr, my dearest. It's the only way...
Don't end your life with the ending of mine, please...
Love,
Nikolai Dorminae"
I read the note over and over again, my mind refusing to take it in. After many tries, the officers come in and gently take the note from me. They read it and a dawning of understanding spreads across their faces. They gently take my arms, supporting me, and lead me from the apartment. One of them mentions something about taking me to the Headquarters for a bit of questioning, just a friendly chat he says. They put me in the back of a police cruiser and get in the front. I let my head fall against the window and close my eyes, tears still leaking from beneath the lids as I remember... I remember when Nikolai and I first met, back in first grade in school. I had been hiding under a table from bullies, and he came up and beat them off before reaching his hand down to me to help me up. I remembered growing up with him, consoling him when I was fourteen and he was thirteen and his mother had died in a train wreck at the outskirts of New Vladivostok. I remembered our first kiss, a year later when I was fifteen and had come out to him, and he had revealed that he too was gay. I remembered, the same year only a few months after when both my parents were killed in a plane crash as they were flying home from Moscow, how Nikolai had been there for me, holding me to him. I remembered the first time he told me he loved me, our first true date, the day we came out to his father. My memories with him flitting past my eyes one after another, when we lost ourselves to each other, when Nikolai's father almost died... when Nikolai was diagnosed with cancer... So many memories, I couldn't help but break down. I pulled my head down into my lap and cried and cried. Darkness seeped over my conscious until I slipped into the abyss and blacked out.