I’m back – and today I’m sharing an excerpt from my M/M bonkers superhero short story, Unseen.
Returning to his workstation, Rory then leaned forward and gripped its cold, metal edges, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm his racing heart and mind. In this state, he could barely comprehend what had quite clearly taken place, never mind try to work out exactly how. All he could do for now was deal with the fallout.
Exhaling heavily, Rory tried hard to force himself into a mindset where he was able to cope with the situation. Right. Come on. Find the bloody monkey.
“Arnold?” he said tentatively. Why hadn’t he thought of that before? The animal was more than intelligent enough to know his own name and to respond to it. Louder, he said, “Arnold, are you here?”
At the same time, a distinctive chirruping noise came from directly in front of him, and something warm and furry touched the back of his hand.
With a yelp, Rory snatched his hand back, then swore loudly as he inadvertently smacked the wheeled cart next to him. Everything went flying—bottles, paperwork, the kidney dish containing the syringe. In a state of utter panic, Rory flailed around, trying to rescue the items before they crashed to the concrete floor. Unfortunately, the panic had strangled any semblance of common sense—Rory was just reacting to what was in front of him, without thinking. So when he managed to catch the discarded syringe, it was already too late to stop himself. The sharp needle pierced the skin of his palm. Once again, he snatched his hand away with a yelp, and let the instrument tumble to the floor.
Muttering and cradling his fist, Rory opened it up to see the damage. The tiniest pinprick showed where it had penetrated his skin, but there was nothing else untoward happening. Fortunately, Arnold’s disease wasn’t contagious.
But what if…?
No. The contents of the syringe had been completely used up, and all he’d done was grab it and accidentally stab himself—he hadn’t depressed the plunger. If anything had managed to get into his system, it would be the most miniscule amount. Negligible. Hardly even there. Naturally, if he started to display any side effects, he’d get checked out immediately, but there was no point worrying about something that would never happen. He had enough on his plate right now. Like his missing monkey, which apparently wasn’t missing at all, but was still sitting on the workstation where Rory had last seen him. Except, Rory could no longer see him, but knew he was there because he’d heard where the sound came from, and had felt the warm monkey hand touch his.
Turning back to the workstation, he sighed. Of course, after all that commotion, there was a chance Arnold had freaked out and had actually run off this time. Or not. There was only one way to find out. Reaching out with his right hand, he aimed it in the direction of roughly where he thought Arnold had been.
Rory frowned as the sleeve of his lab coat came into view. It didn’t look right. Mainly, he realized after several seconds, because there was no hand peeking out from the end of it. He gasped, then lifted his other arm. A sleeve, but no hand. He did the blink-for-a-hard-reset thing again. And again. It made no difference.
Slowly, with his heart pounding faster and faster, he tried to touch his face with his non-existent hands. To his surprise, he succeeded. It felt the same as it always did. And, more importantly, just as his hands could feel his face, his face could feel his hands. So they were there, he just couldn’t see them. He lowered them and reached out for Arnold once more—tentatively, since he didn’t want to accidentally poke the monkey in the eye or something. After a moment, he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he stroked the creature. It was completely bizarre to be able to feel that he was doing it, but not be able to see either his hands, or Arnold. “Glad you’re still with me, buddy. I’ve got no idea what’s going on here, but at the moment, we’re both pretty fucked. Sorry about that.” He ran his invisible hands gently over the monkey’s body, blindly attempting to figure out if there was anything wrong with him—aside from the obvious. The monkey didn’t flinch or make any sounds of distress—in fact, he hummed contentedly, as though he was simply enjoying being made a fuss of.
Despite his panic, Rory chuckled. “You’re like a bloody cat, mate. You’ll be winding yourself around my legs next. Probably wouldn’t advise it, though. I’d end up tripping over you and knocking myself out or something—and then where would we be? Come on”—he scratched Arnold’s head, then groped around a little before picking him up—“let’s get you in the cage. You seem okay, and until I figure out what the fuck is going on, and what I’m going to do about it, I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe.”
As he headed over to the cage, the invisible monkey relaxing and chattering away in his arms, Rory wondered at how resilient the animal was. He had to know something was wrong, and yet he appeared to be taking it all in his stride. Incredible.
A few minutes later, having secured Arnold into the cage—which was actually more of an enclosure—and replenished his food and water supplies, Rory turned his attention to tidying up the mess he’d made when he’d knocked over the wheeled cart. Deep down, he knew he was simply delaying the inevitable—he had to figure out what the fuck was going on, and what the hell he was going to do about it. He was grateful he was alone down here, being left to his own devices. God alone only knew what would happen if one of his colleagues—or worse, his bosses—turned up now and saw a bunch of clothes floating around in the lab.
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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter