Thunder rumbled. The pale teen with eyes of a mischievous, jaded, ruby raised a slightly curved metal blade that shone in the scattered light. The youth could almost have been mistaken for an albino; however, the teenaged personage standing across from him knew better. When he had called the other as such, he had received a withering glare and a cold retort in response. A pink tongue darted out to lick the shining steel of the knife. Lightning flashed, and for a second the silhouettes of the pair were superimposed upon the electricity-filled sky. Spurts of crimson liquid exploded; scattering in the frigid air; drops spattering along the cement of the pier. The shimmering steel hit the water tip first with a soft 'pluush'. The blade sank into the depths, cutting through the water point down, bubbles rising and dark liquid flying off in streams.
"What a waste of a good knife," the teenaged and tanned entity muttered, watching the bubbles rise to the surface of the dark water. Shadowy clouds moved in, and thunder rumbled as a sheet of freezing drops fell to earth. The tan personage growled skyward and shook, bringing to mind a dog.
"Let's get out of this downpour," he snarled, glancing at the sky with distaste and suspicion, as if the storm was plotting to wash him off the face of the planet.
"Why?" The other questioned. "I like the rain."
"And I don't," he snapped. "Besides, you need to bandage that cut of yours."
"Fine," The other sighed, melodramatic. "Only because you would so dearly miss me if I were to die of blood loss." His tone turned sarcastic near the end.
"That, and I can't keep my end of our deal if the police are investigating the cause of your 'sudden' disappearance," the blonde snarled, not in the mood for jokes.
A siren wailed, and the two were brought back into reality. The duo faded into the shadows of a nearby alley as a squad car screeched to a stop in front of the pier they had been staring each other down on. The cop inside the car scratched his head, said something into his two-way radio, then slowly drove off, peering out into the pouring rain, looking for the two forms he had seen on the pier. Two pairs of eyes watched this scene from the shadows; one pair perfect lavender-the other bloody crimson.
"Anne, it's time for bed!"
"Give me a few more minutes-I don't want to cut the story short!"
"NOW. I don't care if this story stays short."
I sighed. I guess this will have to be just as mentioned-a short story.