Kix smoothed the spread out and lay down on it. He loved the way it felt, silky against his skin. He loved the colors, reds, blues, purples. He loved so much. So why did everything have to hurt?

Kix looked to the nightstand beside his bed and saw the bottle of pills. It would be so easy, so very easy. He was so tired. Auntie was dead. His brother was gone. He had nothing, nothing at all. It could be so easy. So very easy. With that thought Kix fell asleep.

* * *

The sun was warm and Kix stood looking at a young man playing with a small child. The child was gorgeous with mocha skin and riotous curls. Sneaking up on the young man was a large hulk. Kix tried to shout a warning but he couldn’t move!

The man picked the smaller man up and kissed him.

"I love you, little one."

The younger man turned and just as he was about to see his face, the scene disappeared. Flashes came then.

Twins holding hands as they skated in an ice rink.

A young man with waist length black hair and green eyes, laughing with his "Da".

A strong black man holding a younger pale one.

A child laughing silently as he and the young man that was in all the flashes played.

A sturdy young man with bright blue eyes and mahogany curls supporting the young man. The tall hulk from the first vision, protecting him.

Finally the young man alone. Laughing. He turned and it was Kix. He stood tall. His blond hair was braided at the top but fell loose. He was dressed in an off the shoulder bright purple T-shirt and black jeans. From behind him came the black man, dressed in a cream shirt and tan pants. On his left came the sturdy young man, he was dressed in a light blue shirt, a bright patterned vest and jeans. On his right came the tall hulk. Dressed in simply a muscle shirt and jeans. Walking hand in hand the tall black haired young man, with the laughing green eyes was his twin. They sat down before him. The young mocha colored boy walked over and sat on the black haired man’s lap. In his arms he held a small red headed baby.

The world turned.

Now the group was looking out to see, the sun setting and Kix was looking at them head on. Kix turned his head. His auntie waited. He turned to her and started walking towards her. She frowned. Pointing beyond his shoulder, she lowered her head. Kix turned back to the group. They were leaving and the dream-Kix was fading. Kix kept looking back and forth between his aunt and the dream-Kix. Making a choice he ran over the waves. As he touched dream-Kix, a light exploded.

* * *

Kix woke up. Blearily he raised his head and looked at the pills on the nightstand. Getting up he grabbed them. He walked to the bathroom and poured them down the sink. He then methodically went through his bathroom and poured everything down the drain except for the aspirin.

He wanted that dream and god help those who got in his way.

A nnock at the door, interrupted his reverie. Opening the front door he saw a tall black man holding a badge. "Are you Byron Thomas, we got a call in the station about a suicide attempt."

"Yes, I’m Byron, call me Kix. I decided not to. Will you come in?"