All Chapters of Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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142: The Oxygen Thief

The air in the Garden Room was heavy, sweet, and deadly.Elion lay on the carpet near the door, his cheek pressed against the wood. He had tried to shout. He had tried to bang on the panels. But his arms felt like lead weights, and his voice was a whisper lost in the roar of blood filling his ears.Almonds, Elion thought, his mind drifting. Why almonds? Why not smoke? Smoke is honest. Almonds are a trick.He coughed. His head was splitting open, a rhythmic, pounding agony behind his eyes.He looked at the notebook lying open in front of him. The words were swimming.Anomaly 111: The Gas. Status: Trapped.He needed to write more. He needed to leave a record. If Cale came back... if Cale found him... he needed to know it wasn't his fault.Elion grasped the pen. His fingers were numb.Cale, he wrote. The letters were jagged, sliding off the line. Don't blame the house. Blame the math.He giggled. It was a weak, wheezing sound. Math. Cale loved math."I'm tired," Elion whispered to the e

143: The Taste of Ash

The Ducati roared beneath them, a mechanical beast tearing through the rain-slicked streets of Queens.Elion gripped the handlebars, his knuckles white. He had never ridden a motorcycle before today. He was operating on adrenaline, muscle memory he didn't know he had, and sheer terror."Lean!" Elion shouted over the wind."I am leaning," Cale’s voice rasped in his ear.Cale was pressed against Elion’s back, his arms wrapped tight around Elion’s waist. His broken leg—the cast shattered, the bone likely shifted—dangled uselessly, scraping against the side of the bike with every bump."Are you okay?" Elion yelled."Functional," Cale said. "Keep moving. They will have a grid search up in ten minutes.""Where are we going?""Anywhere with a door lock and no cameras.""That limits our options to crack dens and motels.""Motel," Cale decided. "Cash only. No paper trail."Elion swerved around a taxi. The bike skidded slightly on the wet asphalt."Easy," Cale whispered, his breath hot on Elion

144: The Counter-Narrative

The motel coffee tasted like burnt rubber and despair.At least, that’s what Elion assumed. He watched Cale drink it from a styrofoam cup. Cale didn't wince. He didn't grimace. He swallowed the black sludge with the same indifferent mechanical rhythm he used to breathe."How is it?" Elion asked, sitting on the edge of the sagging bed.Cale looked at the cup. He swirled the liquid."Hot," Cale said. "Wet. Viscous.""Does it taste like anything?""It has thermal mass.""That's not a flavor, Cale.""It is the only data available," Cale said, setting the cup down. "The flavor file is... corrupted."Elion felt a pang of guilt sharp enough to cut."I'm sorry," Elion whispered. "I should have bought juice. Or something stronger.""It wouldn't matter," Cale said calmly. "Wine would taste like water. Poison would taste like water. It is efficient, in a way. I can consume anything for fuel.""You're not an engine. You're supposed to enjoy things.""Enjoyment is a luxury. Survival is a necessity

145: The Third Death

The iron gates of the Centurion Estate were a siege line.Press vans, screaming fans, and police cruisers blocked the entrance. But when the flower delivery van pulled up, the crowd parted. They saw the faces in the window."It's them!" someone screamed. "It's Cale and Elion!"Elion kicked the back doors open before the van even came to a full stop."Go!" Elion shouted.He jumped out, landing on the gravel. He turned and grabbed Cale.Cale slid out, his broken leg hitting the ground with a thud he couldn't feel but that made Elion wince. He leaned heavily on Elion, his face a mask of grim determination."Move," Cale said. "Toward the cameras.""They're everywhere.""Toward the red light. The live feed."They ran—or rather, Elion ran and Cale lurched—toward the main entrance where Mira Kovari was holding an impromptu press conference about the "tragic disappearance" of her stars.Mira saw them coming. Her jaw dropped. Then, a smile of pure avarice split her face."They're back!" Mira y

146: The Stranger in the Hallway

The hallway leading to the garden was bright, filled with the hum of cameras and the distant murmur of a waiting crowd.Elion Marrow walked beside the man who was supposed to be the love of his life.But the man wasn't there.Cale Rion was moving. He was swinging his crutches with a precise, mechanical rhythm. Thump. Step. Drag. His face was composed, his jaw set in a line of hard indifference.He looked at Elion.It wasn't the look of a groom. It wasn't the look of a partner. It was the look of a scientist examining a microbe under a microscope."You are leaking," Cale said.Elion blinked, wiping his eyes. "I'm crying, Cale.""Inefficient," Cale noted. "Dehydration risk. Also compromises vision.""I'm crying because you don't know who I am.""I know your designation," Cale said, his voice flat. "Elion Marrow. Male. 30. You informed me five minutes ago.""I'm not a designation. I'm your fiancé."Cale stopped. He looked at the ring on his finger. Then he looked at the ring on Elion’s f

147: The Cold Equation

Elion woke up to the sound of a lock clicking.He blinked, his eyes gritty with sleep and dried tears. The Garden Room was bathed in the pale, misty light of early morning.The space beside him in the bed was empty. The sheets were cold.Elion sat up, panic flaring in his chest."Cale?""Position secure," a voice said from the window.Elion turned.Cale was standing by the steel shutters. He was fully dressed in the navy trousers and white shirt from the wedding, though he had discarded the jacket. He was leaning on his crutches, peering through a crack in the metal slats.He looked impeccable. Cold. Distant."What are you doing?" Elion asked, rubbing his face. "It's dawn.""I am assessing the perimeter," Cale said without turning around. "The paparazzi have dispersed. The threat level has decreased to acceptable parameters.""Did you sleep?""No.""Cale, you need sleep. Your body is recovering from major trauma."Cale finally turned. His eyes were clear, sharp, and utterly devoid of

148: The Getaway Car

The garage of the Centurion Estate was a cavernous, concrete bunker filled with millions of dollars worth of horsepower.Ferraris. Lamborghinis. Vintage Rolls Royces. It was a collection of toys for people who thought speed could outrun sadness.Elion stood by the door, breathing hard from the hobble down the service stairs."Okay," Elion whispered. "Pick one. Fast. Before security does a sweep."Cale stood in the center of the garage, leaning on his crutches. He scanned the rows of gleaming metal with a flat, dispassionate gaze."No," Cale said, dismissing the red Ferrari. "Too conspicuous. Low ground clearance. Poor cargo capacity.""It's fast, Cale. We need fast.""We need range," Cale corrected. "And armor. Speed is irrelevant if you shatter on impact."He limped past the Lamborghini. He ignored the Rolls Royce.He stopped in front of a boxy, beige Volvo station wagon parked in the corner. It had a 'Baby on Board' sticker in the window and a dent in the bumper."This one," Cale sa

149: The Crash Site

The world smelled of airbags and pine needles.Elion woke up coughing. The air in the Volvo was thick with white powder from the deployed airbags and the acrid smoke of a radiator that had met a tree.He was hanging sideways. The car had rolled, landing on the passenger side in a ditch."Cale?" Elion rasped."Present," a voice said from below him.Elion looked down. Cale was crushed against the passenger door, the airbag deflating in his lap. His face was streaked with blood from a cut on his forehead, but his eyes were open, scanning the interior of the wrecked car with terrifying calm."Are you hurt?" Elion asked, fumbling with his seatbelt."Structural damage to the vehicle is catastrophic," Cale reported. "My tibia... status unknown. The cast is compromised. Ribs... bruised. You?""I'm... I think I'm okay. My neck hurts.""Whiplash," Cale said. "Expected outcome of rapid deceleration. We need to evacuate. The fuel line may be ruptured.""Fire?""Probability is non-zero."Elion hit

150: The Empty Shell

The woods were alive with the sound of water dripping from a million leaves.Under the rocky overhang, the air was still and damp. It smelled of wet earth and the metallic tang of blood that was seeping through Cale’s makeshift splint.Elion sat with his back against the stone, shivering uncontrollably. He wasn't just cold; he was in shock.Cale was kneeling in front of him. He was balancing on his good knee, his broken leg extended awkwardly to the side. He held Elion’s face in his hands."Pupils are equal and reactive," Cale stated. His voice was flat, a monotone report. "No signs of concussion. Just thermal stress."He let go of Elion’s face. He didn't linger. He didn't stroke Elion’s cheek. He pulled his hands away as soon as the data was collected."I'm freezing," Elion chattered."Hypothermia is a risk," Cale agreed. "We need to conserve heat.""Come here then. Hold me."Cale looked at him. He tilted his head, analyzing the request."Body heat transfer is efficient," Cale said.

151: The Ranger Station

The ranger station was a dark square against a darker sky.It sat in a clearing surrounded by pines, a simple wooden structure raised on concrete blocks to keep it out of the mud. There were no lights on. No vehicle in the gravel driveway.Elion stopped at the edge of the trees, his chest heaving. He was supporting almost all of Cale’s weight now."Visual on target," Cale rasped. His head was hanging low, his chin touching his chest. He was sweating through the grey cardigan, the wool darker at the collar."It looks empty," Elion said. "Thank god.""Empty implies lack of observation," Cale mumbled. "But not lack of security. Check for sensors.""I don't see any lasers, Cale. It's a park shed.""Complacency kills.""Hypothermia kills faster. Come on."They crossed the clearing. The rain had turned the ground into a sponge. Every step was a sucking sound, a struggle against the earth that wanted to pull them down.They reached the steps. Three wooden stairs leading to a porch."Up," Eli

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