Lovely to Meet You

Summary: Alexander Burgess meets Alexander Delarge for the first time. One Shot.

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me

Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor?

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you run

-Thanks for the Venom, MCR

A thirteen year old boy named Alexander Burgess stands completely still, his spine tight and his hands clenched with the rush that spreads through his entire body. His hands are stained with blood, the blood of a ten year old girl who was too weak to stop him. He punched the younger girl so hard her lip split open; his friends had dared him to. Georgie said that his father told him that real men hit women, and Alex wanted to prove that he was a real man. He'd felt horrible in the moments prior, but when her lip had split and she'd screamed and the blood flowed with her heavy tears…something happened.

It felt real…horrorshow.

What was meant to be a punch turned into three more punches, and then Dim had his bike chain out and the girl was screaming so loud, and to young Alex it was an absolutely gorgeous sound. The girl was all bruised and whimpering, when Alex told her if she said anything they'd do worse to her. She ran away, crying her eyes out and limping from a nasty leg injury.

Now Alex was painfully aware of a tightening sensation in his pants, an erection—Georgie told him once, reading from a dirty book they'd stolen from the public biblio. Her blood is still on his hands as he walks home, his parents are not home. Thirteen year old Alex walks into his bedroom and faces the mirror, he cannot recognize himself. His eyes seem suddenly darker, euphoria pounds through him.

His mother sometimes uses his mirror before she goes out, and tonight she has left her fake eyelashes. Alex takes one, just one and puts it on. And this one little detail suddenly changes him completely. This new Alex smirks dangerously at his reflection. He puts on his favorite black bowler hat and tilts it just so, putting emphasis on his dramatic new look. The blood is dry and he misses the sticky wetness of it, so he decides to go out tomorrow night and do it again.

Alex lies down on his bed and closes his eyes, feeling the artificial brush of the lashes against his skin. This belongs to him, and he feels reborn. A caged bird spreading its wings, He reaches down into his trousers and he can hear every shriek of pain, every scream of agony as his fist collided with her soft flesh. He sees her face, twisted and suffering. Alex groans as he bursts, coming down from his cloud slowly as the images and sounds leave him.

He looks into the mirror again, still wearing his school clothes. It just doesn't feel right, now does it? Alex strips completely naked, save for his white underwear. He pulls on white trousers, a white button up shirt, and white suspenders. A makeshift outfit that seems suddenly perfect, an innocent color for a not so innocent boy. He appreciates the irony of it, really.

And the hat just sets the whole thing off, real real horrorshow indeed. He grins at his reflection, a smile that would make even Billy Boy wet his pants in terror.

"Alexander Delarge, what a pleasure to meet you"

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