He liked this one
Finn stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining the reflection in front of him, smirking a little. The reflection smirked back.
He was tall. Like, really tall. Easily six feet tall, give a few inches. He had short, dark hair, and he ran his fingers through it, trying to fix it just a little. He was a bit pale, but he didn't care, and had a few freckled peppered on his face. Finn grinned a little, revealing his bright white teeth and dimples.
He was fucking adorable.
Finn brought his attention to his eyes. They were nothing special, a light brown color, with a certain light shining in them. It added to an innocent look that he seemed to have. Finn watched as the light faded out, though, and those light brown eyes turned darker. They turned as black as his irises, and soon the whites of his eyes turned the same ebony color.
Oh yeah, he liked this one. He kind of looked like he used to, back when he was alive, all those years ago. A little taller though. Maybe a bit more innocent looking.
Well, maybe that was because he was practically a baby.
He couldn't be much older then sixteen. He barely looked sixteen, actually. It was that baby face that got him.
As Finn kept on with the examination of the reflection, he saw the door the the public bathroom open up in the mirror. Quickly, the blackness in his eyes retreated, revealing the glowing brown ones.
He watched as two men entered the bathroom, chatting, paying not attention to Finn. They walked to the urinals, in grossed in some basketball game as they went to relieve themselves. Finn listened for a few moments, growing bored quickly. He watched them though, curious.
They were both tall, a little shorter then himself. One had dyed blonde hair, big lips, and was about as pale as Finn himself. The other was tanned, his only hair being a dark mohawk. The two laughed about something and walked to the sink, the mohawked noticing Finn's reflection looking at them.
"You want something, man?" The mohawk asked, and Finn just shrugged, shaking his head a little. Mohawk nodded slowly, and brought his attention back to his blonde friend.
That's when he saw it. A thick, black smoke escaping from a nearby vent, traveling slowly but purposely to the two friends. Like before, Mohawk seemed to be the one who noticed.
He turned around after seeing the smoke in the mirror. "What the hell? Shit, is the place on fire or something?" He asked before the smoke suddenly shot out to him, entering his opened mouth. Mohawk started to cough, maybe trying to get the smoke out, before falling to the ground, eyes closed.
"What the fuck?" Mohawks blonde companion cried out, kneeling next to him. "Hey, get up! Are you okay?"
Finn watched as Mowhawk's eyes shot open, completely black. He sat up slowly, staring at the blonde.
The blonde's eyes widened, and he shot up, backing away. "What the... Dude, you eyes." He said, backing into the counter.
Mohawk just smiled as he stood up, walking up to the blonde, staring straight at him, grin widening.
The blonde suddenly made a strange sound, a gasp first followed by what sounded like a strangled cough, and threw his hands to his throat. He started gasping for air, trying to get whatever was wrapped around his throat, blocking his breathing, off. But there was nothing. His feet left the ground, and he was slowly being lifted to the air. The blonde's legs started flailing as he attempted to breathe, looking down at Finn, an attempted at a cry for help leaving his mouth.
Finn sighed and turned to Mohawk, crossing his arms "Let him go."
Mohawk glanced over at Finn, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Put him down, now."
Mohawk scoffed, looking away from Finn and to the dying blonde. Suddenly, Mohawk went flying to the other side of the bathroom, and the blonde fell to the floor with a thud, coughing as he started gasping for air, finally being able to breathe.
"I told you to put him down." Finn said with a shrug, his eyes now pitch black "But did you listen? No."
Mohawk looked up and scowled "Fuck you."
Finn laughed and knelt down the the blonde, grabbing his chin and forcing his head up to look at him. "Leave. Now. And don't tell anyone what you saw. I may have saved you now, but I have no problem killing you. Understand?"
The blonde, his eyes growing even wider, if that was possible, nodded quickly and scrambled to his feet, running out of the bathroom, never looking back.
"You're a real asshole, Puck." Finn said as he stood up, looking to the other man.
"And you're no fun." Puck hissed as he stood too, looking to the reflection. "What the fuck is this?" He asked, indicating to the hairdo.
Finn laughed a little and shrugged, standing next to his friend. "Not sure, but you're stuck with it. Unless you want to shave it?"
Puck looked at his reflection for a few moments before shrugging. "He looks like he can pull off a buzz cut."
Smiling, Finn put his hand on Puck's shoulder, his eyes going back to normal. "Come on. Santana must be waiting for us. And you know how she gets."
Puck's eyes went back to normal, a dark brown color. "True. Besides, we have shit to get done." Puck turned and left the bathroom, turning to Finn as he opened the door. "What's wrong?" He asked as he watched his friend keep staring at his reflection.
"Nothing." Finn said, smiling once more at the man in the mirror before turning and exiting the bathroom with Puck.