Chasing Death
Disclaimer: I don't own anything; the plot is it.
Authoress Note: Okay so this is the original version of 'Lonely Hearts Beat' in chapter form and not some in the future AU. Buckle seat belts kids, this is gonna be a bumpy ride!
Summary: Out of millions of others, there were none like him. There was a fire in his eyes and despite his questionable intelligence, he was unique, he was Jeff.
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Three sets of feet walked down an abandoned corridor of an air hanger, one of them speaking randomly about the history of the air force. Suddenly the hall was filled by a tall figure that strode with meaningful steps down towards them. The tall men bumped into the shortest one in the group and for just a second their green eyes locked with one another; the shorter mans hazel flecked green eyes widening at the opposing figure with wonder. The moment was lost as momentum pushed the smaller man to the side and the taller one continued down the hall until he disappeared around a corner.
"Ugh, fucking douche. Don't mind the Dead Man kid. He'd fucking weird," the tour guide, as Jeff dubbed him, said.
Matt, Jeff's older brother, looked him over to make sure he was fine before chuckling.
"Is there something I should know about him?" Matt asked.
Tour Guide shrugged, "Sure, stay the hell away from him and you'll be fine."
"What happened to equality of equal humanity?" Jeff piped up.
The man snorted, "This is the big time kid; the government don't give a fuck about our mental well being so long as we can hold a gun an shoot. Or in our case stay awake long enough to fly. Besides, that man earned his name. Found him sleeping in the morgue once with this dude." The Tour Guide leaned in close saying, "The other guy was dead and the dead man was stroking him like he was alive an kicking. Now that I think about it you look a little like the dead guy. Good thing you're not joining us Josh."
"My name is Jeff and can we get on with this!"
Truth be told Jeff was a little more than wigged out about learning that tidbit of information.
The tour guide laughed, "I'm just kidding," they continued to walk until the corridor lead them outside. "You look nothing like the dead guy,"
Jeff gulped as the man kept laughing an Matt placed a hand on his shoulder. Sure, the pretty dead man with blonde hair and baby blues looked nothing like Jeff, except for height, but they shared one common fact. Both parties had been curious about the dead man and being curious about death was bound to have its troubles.
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