Welp, I'm back at it again with new stories that probably won't get finished. Bummer. Anyways, this is a rated M story for obvious reasons. There will be yaoi, there will be death (both the person and the action) and there will be things of the blood like nature. Ya know. Killing and stuff. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has supported all my other stories despite me disappearing for 3 years at a time. I'm looking at you DecepticonQueen. Please don't drop kick me.
Bells rang sharply, mocking the sound of a train briefly as they signalled the stampede of sweaty gym boys and over perfumed girls. There were some swapped roles in this, as well as socially awkward boys and girls that found comfort in one another. Unless you were me, Mars Vallely, and in that case everyone hated you for no reason at all and you found no comfort with anyone.
I was told that once I got into Elementary, I'd find friends and when I didn't, that standard moved to Middle School, and once out of there, I was told I would make friends in High school. Well, that turned out to be a total lie. I was a Junior and the only glance I got from anyone was when someone noticed me and thought I was weird looking.
I glanced out the stall door of the bathroom I had taken to hiding in, glaring angrily at my snow white hair and pink eyes. I hated being an albino, everyone looked at me like was some kind of special butterfly. To top it off, my parents didn't like me as much as they liked my brother. We were Native American, and being the special butterfly that I was, I was born whiter than Eminem's ass.
My brother, however, looked completely normal and he was my twin. It was unfair on all levels. He played high school football, was in student council and had a large truck load of friends. I couldn't be mad at my brother though. He made all attempts possible for me to join him and his friends. When I did, I had fun but nobody talked to me, or even seemed to notice that I was present.
Unlike my brother, however, I was very fast on my feet. He played defencive in football and allowed to do so, but when I wanted to go into track, my parents wouldn't allow it. They thought I was too fragile. This provoked me doing pullups on a bar and going for a run when times permitted.
The bell rang again, signalling that class was a minute from being in session, so I scooped up my books and scurried into the hallway. Of course, it was relatively empty since everyone had gone to class save for myself and a few numbskulls that loitered in the hall.
The same routine ensued every single day, hide in the bathroom from the bullies then go to class. It was beyond cliche that I wonder occasionally if it was only my imagination, then I got my face broken. Each time, I would go home with a nose and/or jaw and black eyes, then my parents talking to the principal. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I gingerly rubbed the sore spot on my head from the last time someone attacked me, being the ugly girl that thought she was the queen of everything Mariah. She attempted to rip out a chunk of hair, but being as painful as it was, it wasn't as bad as the jeering of George and his friends. They never did anything to me physically, but they were always teasing me, calling me things related to white objects.
One even called me a sperm puddle once, but George whacked him for it, seeming to realize even that was bad. Usually George called me Birch Twig, but the way he said it gave me the shivers, making me think that he liked me to some degree. I suppose if he actually liked me, he wouldn't do something like that.
I was lucky that no one was in the hallway when the hall decided to do a belly dance, jerking from side to side quickly. Falling into an indignant heap, I lucky to not hurt myself. To my horror, however, the doors of classrooms opened to let out confused murmuring students.
"Hey, Birch Twig." I jumped and craned my head to see George Andronica himself, picking up my books. "Where's your class?" I frowned as the brown eyes of the tall red-head locked with my pink ones.
I shakily pointed down the hall. "I'm supposed to be in Mr. Gaster's science class right now." I flinched repetitively as he reached down to me, feeling a bit shocked when that hand lifted me off the ground and set me on my feet.
He handed me some of my books and nudged me towards my classroom, but of course, I could feel the stares of some people in the hallway. "Hey, does it bother you when I call you Birch Twig?" I jumped and stared up at him with owl eyes.
"A bit, everyone around here is either does cruel or says cruel things." I stuttered slightly and flicked my gaze back to the ground in front of me.
"Sorry. Snowflake." I heard the humor in his voice and figured he was joking by calling me snowflake, so I just sent him a glare. "It's Mars, isn't it?"
I nodded sharply as we came to a stop in front of the classroom I was supposed to go to. "Well, yes. This is my room, I'll just take my stuff and get to work…" I tentatively reached for my books, only for him to pull them farther away.
"Sit with my buds and I at lunch." He partially stated, mostly demanded, giving me a hard, unnerving stare. This particular stare made me uncomfortable. I frowned but nodded, albeit hesitantly.
Once I got my books from him, I darted into the classroom and slide into my seat, thankful that no one called me out. I made brief eye contact with Mr. Gaster, who gave me a crooked smile as usual and went about marking me present in the books. Mr. Gaster had always been my favorite teacher, his room being a safe haven for me.
He would even write me a pass to get to other classes each day so that I wouldn't be marked tardy. He knew of my troubles and would help me as much as he could. That pass didn't include school work, though. He did expect me to do my best in class.
The ground shifted again, making someone scream and somethings fall off of shelves. I noticed that this "earthquake" was stronger than the last one. Then I heard the announcement system bleep on, announcing an evacuation.
As calmly as he could, Mr. Gaster guided us all to the nearest exit. The moment I stepped outside, George was right there, at my side. He hovered an uncomfortable distance from myself, and I was unsure of what to do, so I ended up snapping at him.
"Back up, George." My tone was harsh and surprising to him, but he backed away as I requested. I held my book to my chest, feeling some anxiety building about the day.
Just when I thought the day couldn't hold any more surprised, my dear brother collided into me. I was lifted into the air by my taller brother, Anthony, who cheered loudly in my ear before setting me down. "How's it going, bro bro?"
I cringed at his happiness then replied curtly. "Peachy. It's been fucking peachy, Tony."
"Woah, Mario's got the grouches." He held his hands up in surrender as I sent him a murderous glare, a smile threatening its way onto my own face.
"George is being weird, he wants me to sit with his group of lackies. It makes me uncomfortable." I hugged my book tighter.
"Bro bro, if you keep avoiding stuff cause it makes you something uncomfortable, you're never gonna get over it." My happy-go-lucky brother's voice turned serious and full of concern. "Ya gotta get out there, Mars. You're not gonna be around in 100 years, you gotta make an impression now."
I scoffed and shrugged. "If it'll make you happy, I'll sit with them." He grinned widely and nodded, then pulled me into another bone crushing hug.
It took a bit, but after there not being anymore earthquakes, the administration let all the students back into their classes to continue work. The day seemed to continue to be uneventful and I even went and sat with George and his gross boys. George slung an arm around me at one point as I was quietly eating and asked me what the book I was read was about. He seemed very interested as I explained that it was about making chimeras.
While I had been concerned that something bad was going to happen while I was hanging out with George and his friends, it turned out surprisingly well and my anxiety slowly dissipated. That was until she decided to drop in.
"What's Twiggy doing here?" Mariah yelled, slamming her manicured hands onto the table, her voice making me cringe and want to cover my ears.
"Beat it, Mariah. He's cool." One of George's friends spoke up, I think his name was Tim.
"Quiet, asshole, or I'll tell Lauren you've been sleeping with Jessy." Tim shut right up as she looked at me, her green eyes seeming to nearly pop out of her skull from how tan she looked. "How about you get the fuck up and go die, Twig!"
I was shocked, Mariah never said something like that. Usually it was more of her pushing me around and never saying things like that. She was more to beat me than to yell at me. "Mariah." George shifted behind me and stood up, striding over to her and standing over her. He towered, and it was a fantastic sight. "If you touch him, or say anything like that to him again, I will take every single picture you've sent me and mail them, email them, text them or even post them all over the place so your rich as fuck parents can see your whore ass."
I sat there with my jaw dropped, in my short time with George and his friends at the table, I had forgotten that he had a sharp tongue.
"How dare you, you fag!" She shrieked shrilly
He just laughed at her. "Why don't you put some sand in your vag so your crabs can feel more at home?"
Tim cackled near me, muttering towards me. "Yeah, but nobody want's to hit that."
My day had officially been made when I saw Mariah and her entourage stomp away. George sat down next to me, this time sitting on the side close to the aisle, rather than the wall. I was grinning like a maniac, I thought it was brilliant that George said that.
"You're fine with us, Mars." I smiled at Tim, who beamed back. "It's not every we can bomb the bitch queen like that."
"Mars?" I glanced up at George, who had his thinking face on. "Part of why she is so bitter is 'cause she liked me but I like someone else more, specifically a guy. That's why she has been a bitch to you."
I felt my face turning red quickly and I felt like turning into a turtle. His friends were silently looking at us, almost expectantly.
"George!" I blurted and felt myself unable to stop. "I have known you to be a bully the past few years, I really am not ready to try anything with you…" I trailed off as he stared at me, looking rather shocked.
His silence was killing me and I ended up fumbling with the sleeve of my jacket, clawing through it at my only slightly scarred wrists. "Mars? Listen, I don't care." He grabbed my hands. "I'll wait till you're ready."
A sigh of relief fled from my lung right before the bell rang. In usual George fashion, he tried to scoop up my books, but I convinced him that I could deal with them on my own since he had to go in a different direction. I felt myself smiling like an idiot as I walked down the hall, feeling a bit giddy. Maybe George was a good idea. He wasn't really an idiot academic wise and he was nice. He was a bit of a wise-crack too, which was wonderful.
My thoughts were cut short with the floor shaking from side to side again and a short yelp from myself. I collapsed onto the floor, unable to keep my balance then I felt a sharp kick in the side of my head and hands rolling me to the side. I caught a glimpse of brightly colored flat shoes and knew immediately that it was Mariah and her friends.
"Fuck you, Twig! You stole my soul mate from me and now you're gonna die when this fucking hell hole collapses on top of you!" A door slammed into my face and knocked some stuff off the shelf onto me.
The throbbing ache in my head made me want to cry. I should have brought George with me, but I didn't because I thought it was better. The building shook again as I tried to find a light, quickly finding a lightswitch. I flicked it on, hearing people scream in the room next door. I began to bawl and beat on the door, hot tears blurring my eyes.
I knew that nobody would hear me, they were too busy evacuating the building. Still having tears run down my face, I slid down the door, scooping my book to my chest for comfort. The last thing I knew was that people were screaming and something fell onto the back of my head, effectively knocking me unconscious.
( ._ .)(h-he did the sleep…)( ._ .)
After 100 years, no one would have guess that this dying plane was once Earth. The water was poison, the earth beneath their feet was scorched and soured, demonic growths took hold of once magnificent structures built by man and the sky was set ablaze. The only evidence that humanity had ever existed had become warped effigies of demonic corruption.
Despite all this, the earth was far from being empty, the cities teemed with demons and angry angels but humans were missing from the equation. They had been killed off long before this particular battle had taken place, in the streets and skies over a city once known as Detroit. Even though the souls of the nephilim had been released so that humans could live again, Death had yet to see a single human.
He quickly found out that this was due to the keeper of the Well of Souls not releasing the human's souls since they wouldn't survive the ravaged landscape. Between the emotional reunion with his sibling's, Death stood stoically through and standing at the edge of the city, he had recovered his mask. The slab of bone was stuck to his face once more and he felt less insecure than when his usually "grouch faced" brother gaped in shock at his bare face.
The days on Earth were short, but the battles that the angels and demons waged on one another were indefinite. It was no place for a fragile human. The four horsemen had split once again to start clearing the plane of demons and the occasional squad of angry pigeons. Death had taken a moment to reflect on what had happened in the short time he had been on Earth.
That reflection was cut rather short by an angel charging at him like an angry fool, followed by his mass of angry friends. They would be easy to be rid of and that was no problem. Not even the masses of demons that were following suit to "catch the rider unaware." The pale rider felt that it was going to be a long time before he could rest again.
(「・ω・)「(Death!)ヘ(^o^ヘ)
I awoke to a coughing fit, eventually calming down to run a bone dry tongue over equally dry lips. I ended up sleeping through all the earthquakes it seemed. Laying on my back, I felt no discomfort, despite the fact I was laying on a wall with my feet against what was the floor once.
My book was still tightly pressed to my chest, which made me happy. A bit of light streamed in through the window on the door, so I figured I would be able to get out. Standing on the shelf, I reached up and wriggled the door knob, finding it unlocked, to my sheer happiness.
With a good deal of struggle, I was able to get it open and pop my head up into a purely suffocating heat wave. I immediately ducked back down, anxiety building. I knew that it was winter last I checked and the closet led outside. I bobbed up again, looking around then spotted people with feathery wings flying away from something rather demon like.
I became so fixated on watching the angelic creatures that I didn't notice something demonic approach from the side. It breathed heavily on me and I found myself snapping my head to the side to look at it. This creature resembled a dog and made me shriek and fall back into the closet.
The demon dog made a confused noise and gazed down at me, where I was laying prone and confused myself. I sat up and looked up at the dog, who reached down and grabbed me with its paw. Once it had pulled me out, it nudged me with it's large nose, of which I petted.
I grumbled and turned from the dog as I realized there was a massive crack in my glasses. I reached over to pat the dog again then glanced up at it. "Do you wanna stick around maybe?"
It tilted its head then grumbled at me and nudged me. I chuckled and patted it then noticed something a tad peculiar about it.
"Are you expecting?" I felt a bit awkward asking a dog question, but I found that it nodded to me as well. "So, you're a girl?" Another nod. "Shall I just call you Precious?"
She let out a short bark then nodded at me. That was a quick friend. I laughed and wrapped my arms around her thick neck, petting her smooth, metallic skin before releasing her and looking around the rubble. Everything looked hellish and it concerned me greatly. What happened after I passed out?
Precious nudged me forwards then rounded in front of me, crouching slightly. I had seen enough movies to know that she wanted me on her back. Trying to be gentle with her sides, I clamoured onto her back before she turned tail and sprinted over the rubble. I turned my head back and noticed a swarm of blue demonic creatures scrambling away from something on the other side of a rise. Then, I saw what they were running from.
Ashen skin, long black hair and scythes, heck, I felt I was gazing at the grim reaper when I noticed the skull face the creature had. Unfortunately from me, this grim reaper noticed me as well, I could see the orange orbs staring at me in what I felt to be surprise. I ducked down just in time to avoid being hit in the head with a pole that was jutting from a pile of rubble, making me tear my gaze from the tall reaper fellow to what was in front of us.
I found myself with the desire to scream in horror as Precious lunged into a deep looking hole that I soon realizes was the cooling tower for a nuclear power plant. Clinging to her neck, I did my best to take in my surroundings. I recalled that the power plant was a bit of a way off so something, possibly one of those demon things, had moved the cooling tower.
I noted that there had been a number of different demon like creatures about, but Precious seemed a bit unique. I had seen other demon dog creatures, but none like herself. She was also obviously going to have puppies. I had never been able to have any pets, since my mother was allergic to pet dander, but I had an inkling of how to deal with an animal about to have puppies.
I was nearly thrown from Precious' back when she skidded to a stop in front of what appeared to be a hole in the cooling tower. She ducked into it, seeming to take extra care to not hit my head on the top of the hole then she used her nose to move a bit of rubble in front of the opening. When I slide off her back, she wrapped a paw around my face and pulled me to her stomach. I was confused as to what she was doing, then I looked out the small opening in the rubble. The grim reaper fellow, on the back of a ghostly looking, rotting horse with pale bluish green flames coming off of it, was sitting outside the rubble, almost seeming as if he was looking for Precious and I.
I shivered at the thought of him being the reason for the earthquakes that rattled my school to the ground. Then a thought hit me, it was summer when it had been winter last I remembered. The earthquakes must have sent me into a coma and it was a bad dream. I pinched my arm roughly and clamped my eyes shut, hoping that perhaps I would wake up and see my brother and parents waiting for me to wake up, maybe even a concerned George.
I cracked my eye open, seeing nothing but rubble and the faint glow of the reaper's horse. Tears pricked my eyes, so I clamped them shut again, not wanting to give away our hiding place. It felt like hours before Precious nosed the side of my face, a soft whine making me look at her. She looked concerned for me, which I felt was justified when I let out a choked sob that drew out into a howl of misery. I felt that I must've looked so ugly and pathetic, but Precious pulled me to her again and did her best to comfort me in her doggiest way.
o(TヘTo)(he cry)o(TヘTo)
As a custom of any member of my family when they cry, I fell asleep and Precious carried me around like a puppy till I woke up and was able to walk with her. Due to being asleep for a good portion of the trip, I had no idea where I was. We were traveling along the road, avoiding the crevasses and any car that was still on the road. Precious seemed to be growing weary as we walked, so I piped up and suggested finding a place to sleep after a while. She heaved her giant head up and down slowly then veered off road towards a hill.
Seeing as how many bad things tended to happen in the dark in movies, I was rather happy that she agreed with me. She rounded the hill and slumped into the side of it before looking at me with an expectant look. Not being able to speak demon dog was going to be my downfall, I just knew it. Going with my gut, I carefully sat in front of her and leaned onto her paw. She seemed pleased with the action, so I sighed in relief and quickly fell back asleep.
My dreams, they felt plagued. Or damned. Something unpleasant, and it made me not want to be in them. My dreams filled with people I knew, or rather I knew once. I could see Mariah shoving me in very places, George calling me names or attempting to be cuddly. I messed everything up, I could have lasted out my days with them had I not gone my own way.
My eyes crusted over as I slept, so I had difficulties opening my eyes when Precious nuzzled me with concern. I must've been whimpering or at least crying in my sleep. I ran my fingertips over her brow bone to tell her that I was fine, since I couldn't find my voice at that point in time.
She whined at me softly as I finally got to my feet, I felt drained, heavy, maybe even hungry. With nothing but a pregnant dog and my book on chimeras, I felt lost and purposeless. "There aren't any more humans that you know of, right? Yip yep, yip yip no." I turned my head to Precious, who whined in response before giving me a sad look and yipping at me once.
More tears threatened to spill and my throat clogged up, but I didn't get much time to start crying since my canine companion decided it was high time to move along. She butted me towards the road with her great head, giving me a low, gruff bark. Probably telling me to move it.
Using my sleeve, I wiped my nose and slowly trudged up the hill towards the road, then felt myself being tugged backwards. I landed hard into the grass and when I peeked over to see what it was that Precious was tugging me back for, I spotted a herd of demons spanning the length of the road from as far as I could see. Each and everyone one of them was running as if death was on their tails. Unfortunately for me and my metaphors, death really was on their tails. The grim reaper fellow from the city was behind them on his horse, swiping at any demon that was near his horse's feet with his scythes.
I cringed at the sounds that the demons were making. I almost felt sorry for them, then remembered the nature of most demons. I gently reached over to Precious and patted her head, feeling her tension as we hid there. She whined softly as I petted her head, her big red eyes watching the grim reaper sadly. I had a feeling that this guy probably killed someone special to her, then I noticed the grim reaper dude looking around as the demons fled. He knew we were watching, he could probably feel it.
I slunk down the hill, hoping that Precious would quietly follow. When Precious reached the bottom of the hill, she bumped up to me so that I would get onto her back then I held on tightly to her shoulders as she raced down in the direction that the demons came from. My heart sunk when I realized she thought the grim reaper was following the other demons, but was in fact turning in time to see my horrified look on the back of Precious.
ε=ε=(っ*´□`)っ(RUN)
After spotting was seemed to be a snow white human, I began attempting to track the strange looking human and large Bargest. The Bargest appeared to be expecting pups at some point, so it wasn't going to be a problem. The human, however, had skin paler than the white city and hair to match, as well as pink eyes that seemed to hold a certain fear to them.
As I expected, the human disappeared rather quickly, likely believing I had an intent to harm him, or rather that the Bargest believed that the human was her property. I herded demons out of the city, hoping to spot the white hair again, but found myself baffled by the disappearance of the human. Then, I spotted the human again, riding on the back of the Bargest once again, looking at me with those fear filled eyes.
Of course a human would fear me, I am after all, Death.
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