DID I GET HIT BY A NICE CAR? IT HAD BETTER HAVE BEEN A NICE ONE, NOT SOME CRAPPED BANGER
You... talk wierd sometimes.
I KNOW, LOL
Can I get on with this? And yes, you got hit by a yellow Lamborgini, the guy driving was shitfaced.
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Jason sulked in his own apartment, nearly five blocks from the hospital where his sister lay in near-critical condition. The fact that she was awake made no difference. This was all Dominique's fault. If it weren't for her, his sister would never have been in that road. She had been running across to hinder someone trying to break into Domi's car and that was when the car had hit her.
If it hadn't been for that pretty little orphan girl, his sister would still be normal, a normal 20 year old girl who owned a nice little business and had a nice, normal boyfriend. And what did Domi do? Turned her into some walking freakshow who wore baggy black pants and death kitty skirts and who knew what else, who owned a bar of all things, and played rhythym guitarist in a punk metal band!
He fumed aboutg it some more before coming to a conclusion. Dominique must pay for what she did to Joanna. Granted, she hadn't been the one driving the car, but if it weren't for her, his sister wouldn't have ever needed to cross any road. She wouldn't own a bar and grille, either.
He didn't know how she would pay, but she would. As he paced his living room, he fingered the blade of a silver knife.
Using his other option for killing wouldn't satisfy his thirst for revenge.
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Dominique slept for four hours before stirring and sitting up, fully clothed, at midnight and looking around bleary-eyed. Her eyes were sleep-puffed slits and they had returned to their normal amber-honey color. Her dark red hair was tousled and fell all over her face and shoulders, making her look like a mess, yet eerily attractive all the same.
He sat on the couch, watching her and thinking some more on his feelings for her. He loved her, but he would not die for her. He COULD not die for her. She would have to die alone, and for that, he felt guilty. What had to be done, had to be done. He was sure he would see her again, as a shinigami.
And when he did, he would drop a note for Joanna. She made her happy, not him. He supposed he was just a little bit jealous, but what could he do? Confess his love to her? He laughed inwardly at himself for the thought. Looking in a small mirror mounted on her wall and studied his face from a human's point of view. How would she react if he did? He looked nothing like a human, more like the stereotypical version of the grim reaper with blonde hair and normal clothes.
"Errikan... how long have I been asleep?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes like a small child.
"Four hours. I carried you. You were falling off the couch," he replied. This wasn't entirely true, but it would alarm her more than the truth would.
"...Oh... thanks," she said, looking down at the blanket he had covered her with.
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Domi knew he wqasn't lying but she also knew he wasn't telling the entire truth, either. He had taken care to cover her up. She probably hadn't been in danger of falling off the couch, but she knew she had fallen asleep.
She looked at the shinigami, reminding herself that he wasn't human and didn't think like one, that it was silly. She liked him. He was a good listener even if he didn't talk much.
She studied his face, making him think she was considering his words and found it infuriating that she couldn't read his expressions. His eye sockets were forever expressionless, his grin, frozen by the skull that was his face. Only the set of his body ever betrayed what he was feeling. At the moment, he was slightly slouched over, his fingers below his knees, looking slightly downcast. He glanced at her mirror.
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He knew she was trying to reawd his expression, but being a skull, his face betrayed little to no emotion. When he was angry, he knew his eyes glowed a fiercer, brighter red, but that was all.
What was she looking for? Did she know he had been lying?
Her phone rang.
She got up and answered it, her socks dragging on the floor. She peeled them off and answered it.
"Hello."
She paused and bit her lip. She did that a lot, he noticed, especially when she was worried about something or trying to concentrate.
"Sure... why tomorrow?... I get it. So Joanna can get better... Of course I'll be there. Bring my mask and makeup? Sure... okay... here? Fine. Thanks, Jason," she said, and hung up.
Jason! he thought with alarm. He immediately straightened up, tensed. If Jason was lulling her into a false sense of security to kill her, ... no, wait. He couldn't interfere. This was quite possibly the most difficult thing he'd ever had to do. He had to watch the human he loved die and was not allowed to interfere. He could interfere directly, however...
He flew out the window and into the next apartment.
Joanna's apartment was similar to Domi's in that she had a lot of black and rock metal posters on her walls, as well as a lot of skulls lining the shelves. He found an address book almost right away and flipped it open to M for Myers. He found an address for Jason right away and, dropping the book where he had found it, he left once more.
It was time for some head fuckery, as Domi might put it.
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He arrived at Jason Myers' apartment and was astonished at how... strange everything seemed. But then, he had never been to the human world previous to this and what he was used to with Domi was what most humans seemed to view as eccentric. He had thought it was the norm, but apparently not.
Jason liked everything neat and ordered. Nothing was black. There were no skulls to behold. He did have quite a lot of knives, though. He seemed to collect them.
He now knew how he was going to try and kill Domi.
He listened for the sound of an inhabitant and heard a toilet flush somewhere upstairs, then footsteps. Jason came into view wearing nothing but a pair of thin, cheap cotton shorts. He was very bony and shaped a lot differently than Domi was. There WERE a lot of differentiating physical characteristics between male and female humans, he thought distractedly. Jason was shaped more like he himself was, straight and bony and gangly.
Time to have HIS fun.
"Things to do tomorrow morning... get ready for the show... make sure Dominique is there and dressed to kill... got it..." he was muttering, lookiing at a list on paper.
Furious at the nerve of this despicable human, Errikan tore the list out of his hands and Jason shrieked and leapt back. Erikkan couldn't help but cackle like a delighted child. To him, the paper appeared to be floating in midair.
"What the hell?!"
Errikan grabbed a pen off the table and began to write, using his own death note as a hard surface so the pen didn't poke through the paper. Jason was whimpering in fear. His fear was quickly giving way to anger, though, as he saw what Errikan was writing.
Don't go near Dominique Lim tomorrow night. She did nothing to Joanna Myers and does not deserve what you are going to do to her.
He dropped both pen and paper on the floor and waited for Jason to pick it up and read it.
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Errikan was acting strange... first he sort of lied about his reason for carrying her to her bed after falling alseep and then he bailed without a word. What had gotten into him??
She had no time to worry about it. She looked at the clock. It was one in the morning. The show was scheduled for later that night. She should be getting ready.
She grabbed her makeup and her wolf mask and some clothes and headed downstairs. Today she had called in sickfrom work, barring a family emergency, and her boss had graciously let her. She had to make sure the bar didn't go to hell with Joanna in the hospital.
She was used to managing the bar and grille in Jo's stead by now, living next to it and knowing her so well. She knew how Jo liked to keep ship.
She got changed in the downstairs bathroom of the bar, a frilly miniskirt and thigh high striped leggings with a baggy black t shirt and sandals, because she felt too lazy to bother with boots. Again, she wondered where Errikan had gone to. He had been following her around for the better part of half a year and she was used to the mostly-silent shinigami's footsteps behind or beside her.
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Errikan left Jason's feeling elated. He had played "ghost writer" with the man, who believed he was the spirit of joanna for some reason and had convinced him not to go after Domi.
He flew into the bottom most section of the bar because tht was where he could see Domi's name through a window. She was behin the counter of the bar serving beer to people coming in from the cold he couldn't feel. Her lifespan had not changed. She was scheduled to die that very night. Why?? Hadn't he convinced Jason that he was in error?
Perhaps it was the knowledge that soon she would be dead, but he thought she looked prettier than ever this night. Her hair sparkled in the dancing lights like dark fire, her eyes, so much like honey brown, were alive and alert. Knowing Joanna was alright was making her cheerful. At any rate, it seemed she would get her wish to die happy. She was playing a show that night.
For Errikan, the time passed by much too fast. Her death clock was running down and he was powerless. Such talent, such life, such beauty... wasted by one man's sick desire for pointless, foundless revenge. It made him furious again.
As the hours winded down, Domi and her friends got together to play.
One last show. One last hour. The darkest one of his life. He hoped she would make it a good one.
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