'Drip. Drop.'

'Why did I go to it? Why did I let it tempt me?'

She shivered when remembering those eyes. One of the devils. She knew better to make a sound, so she ran. Thankful she found her father. Comforted in his arms, she cried.

Rouge sighed. 'Why am I acting like this? I'm not a little girl anymore?' She still asked the question, even though she knew the answer. It was like knowing how something works, but not knowing why it works like that. 'It was so long ago…' She was wrapped in a blanket in a cozy little room. Rouge looked at her father as he walked up to her with a concerned face. Then he handed her some soup. Rouge saw them. Scares. "What happened to your hands?" She asked, taking the soup.

Nicolas paused. He hung his head and sighed, he then told her.

The bowl of soup dropped, smashing on the ground.


Scourge was backstage as everyone practiced, a blank paper in his hand. 'What the bloody hell does this mean?!'

"Scourge!"

Scourge turned to look at the source of his name.

POW!

He met a fist to his face.

He fell on the floor. He was stunned form the great impact. He looked at the floor and saw blood. Touching his nose his discovered that his nose was bleeding. He looked at the harasser with flames in his eyes.

"How dare you!"

Rouge shared his fierce look, "You've only been letting us stay here if my father does work?! Work for stay is fine but physically harming him if he doesn't do it right?!" Rouge's felt her blood boil. Her hands turned into fist. "I will FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Scourge's eyes widened, now terrified. Rouge was about to lounge. Her covered himself with his hands. "Not the face, please!"

No contact came.

Scourge slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bat. She was just standing there, head looking down, breathing heavily. "But that's the Phantom's job." She looked up at him, eye with anger still in them. "I'll work."

"What?"

"I'LL WORK DAMN IT!"

Scourge stood up, stumbling a bit as he did. "I'm sorry, but there are no jobs open besides your fathers. To which is only open for males." Rouge growled. 'These d gender roles.' Scourge turned to leave.

"Costume Girl."

He stopped.

"I know for a fact that Aurora's Costume Girl has gone… missing. Don't even try to lie about that."

Scourge smirked, "You're not how I thought you were, Rouge." He turned his face, looking at her. "It's turn out you have a more powerful side that you haven't been showing." He started to walk away, "Work starts tomorrow."


"Amy!"

Amy turned and saw Tikal.

"He's here!"

Amy froze, knowing who she meant.

"He's here." Amy whispered.


Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes… they win.

-Steven King-

~DarkWhisperOfMoonlight~

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