Your running away from the woman laughing hysterically. She was so easy to fool, you thought she wasn't going to turn away for a moment there. And you got some good information out of her. Officer huh? Guess you do have to blow that hotel up, no need to get extra information on you, oh well. Reaching into your pocket you bring out your phone and text a person who you know has a good understanding of explosives. Typing 'do it' to person on the other end you get replied with 'honk' smirking you start to stroll. How easy things can be when you know the right people. Bastard owed you anyway. Leaving you in a burning building, you make sure to remember to set that crazy hair on fire, even if he did help you, you still don't feel satisfied enough. Of course you'll make sure he's dazed enough there's no point getting him pissed at you and starting a war.
Looking at your surroundings most of the shops were closed as it was Sunday and the only people around were too busy on their phones or the scenery to care. Smiling proudly you like that your invisible, of course if people did notice you, you know your fully capable of taking them on if they look for a tad too long though. Bros apartment wasn't too far away in fact it was in viewing distance, lifting your hands up in front of your face, tilting your head closing an eye and making a box with your fingers to represent a camera lens. You wonder if you could scale it, you got half way up before when you were younger, smashed a neighbors window with your foot, although that was when you were 14. Bro was pissed, he didn't say anything and you couldn't read his little facial expressions but anyone would be if they had to pay for a neighbours broken possession.
Now smiling smugly, everyone at school had heard about the silent weirdo boy trying to run up a huge building and making it half way without dying. The then grimace on how those people then tried to make conversation with you. Thankfully you just stared blankly at them and let them carry on their stupid topics on how amazing you were at going at least half way, then there were the haters saying how much of a 'attention seeking freak' you are. By then you had learned a few moves to easily break bones, lets just say you put it to great use and everyone immediately stopped trying to start conversations with you that year.
Looking up at the building which was now about a meter away from you, you look up at the height it looks a lot higher than you remember, grinning. Great, finally a challenge and if you 'lose' what are you really losing? Your pathetic existence? Win-win situation you think and the voices agree. Shifting your bag in a more comfortable position, pushing past the garbage bins and stepping a few paces back you exhale slowly. Looking up one last time you get ready to jump when something really blunt and wide is felt on your back.
God fucking damn it.
"Whhhhhaaaatttt" Turning around a slightly tanned boy with black hair, glasses, white shirt and blue cargo pants and baby face with a horrendous scowl that didn't suite him at all, slight buck tooth and is holding a hammer to now your lower stomach, unfazed by this you carry on your glare "Well?"
"Well what?" He asks
"Are you going to introduce yourself or not?"
"Hmm...Not?"
"Well you know who I am, not really fair"
"Not necessarily"
"So your not assigned to do something to me? Jus' some junkie wanting cash or something?"
"I could be, but I'm not"
"I'll bet" you roll your eyes going with your sarcastic voice
Scowl increasing he yells "Rose! He thinks I'm a junkie"
"Wow calling your mum on me-"
He swung the hammer.
Prick.
Coughing and holding your lower torso you buckle over, throwing up. Hearing him make a soft 'ew' you make sure to aim for him shoes when the next load comes out, how did you have so much? You can't even remember the last time you even ate. Finally stopping he was a good ten feet away from you, perfection. Jumping with great height you run up the building, in the moment grabbing a clawing at anything you can, to make the speed even better. One quarter of the way, looking down the boy stared up with wide eyes. Probably thinking of what a inhumane person you are.
Looking at the roof you oh so wanted to get to, a woman was sitting over the edge, legs crossed. For a split second you thought it was that officer bitch, but when she leaned to look down at you, you could see pink eyes , hair white as your own and skin almost pale as yours. Smirking with lips black. Fuuuuuck that. Almost halfway you smash into one of the windows, hearing them yell things at each other you bust into the room. A woman in the old fashioned room screamed, in a swift movement you picked up on of the shards of glass and glided it across her throat, the elderly lady fell to the ground. A over weight man charged his way in the room, before he could compute what happened you had round house kicked him. Panting you walk over the man, his balding chubby face was red and sticky from tears. Reaching in teh bag you pull out the baseball bat and start swinging on his head repeatedly, face used to the blood splattering on it, you drop the bat and bend down scooping your hand in the red blood. Thinking that you might not have much time you just write a quick 'red' before jogging away from the scene. Breathing heavily, you probably should have held back a little, beating people like that really takes it out of ya.
Kicking the door down, you instantly recognized this floor. It was the one your bro lived on, these must have been the neighbours constantly complaining about the noise. Ha. Looking for the staircase you know is there you make your way to the elevator. No reason to walk on stairs. The giant silver doors open, not bothering to look in as no one really ever uses something tall and hard is in your way. Looking up, it was...Bro. He was wearing his triangular shades, one hand holding a (taco bell) bag flung over his shoulder, white shirt with the collar pulled up, tight grey trousers and black shoes. Not to forget the matching hat.
Time had slowed down to you, the constant ticking in your head taking forever to go on. His head moved down so slow, to see the person who just rudely bumped into him. This was a terrible idea. Your mind floods with thoughts and your vision blurs, you physically shake and take a step back. Those eyes you've hidden for so long in the open in front of him, who knows how long he's seen them himself. Breathing hitched, his eyes meet your own. And if for only a moment you see his lower lip lower just a little if anything. Dropping the bag of tacos, you swear he gulps.
"Roof. Now" His voice hasn't changed and this angers you, you've done so much, so, so much and that's all he can say?!
"WAIT" but it's too late he vanishes, flash stepping to the roof.
Slightly hyperventilating, you look down at you covered in blood, specs, to splotches, to stains you can never wish to come out. Whilst stomping slowly to the roof you have no idea what you're doing, what are you doing? Who knows, worry about it when you get there bro. Scraping your head on the bare wall, trying to drag everything as long as possible on you search for something in a secret pocket of the bag on your back. Pulling it out you drop the bag, taking your shirt off you pull the new one on you just got from the secret pocket. It was white with a broken record picture on it, the sleeves were red, rolling them up to your elbows you slowly pull the bag back on dragging your body to the roof.
Who gives a shit about evidence, not you, you're head was hollow with thoughts of...pretty much nothing, you even killed those two people and you doubt its going to haunt you later. You didn't even flinch slightly that time. Your twisted, dark- Oh it looks like your there. You hadn't realized you had sprinted up the stairs and burst through the door, this body isn't even being controlled by you anymore, or so it seems you feel so numb, so away. You could practically be watching a movie. Your the main character, and it seems you've fallen into a pit of despair.
"Davey" that nonchalant voice echos through your head mixed in with the rest of your muddled up thoughts, yeah this isn't the coolest you've been but you can't take it anymore. (not like you ever did a perfect job of it anyway)
Your entire life (With this ass hole) you've hidden your feelings, shoved it into the biggest fucking box your brain could find and shoved it into the deepest corner there has ever been. Ever.
Pulling out a gun you shakily point it at him, his face is the hollowness that almost reminds you of slender man, unmoving, unloving. True relatives
"Davey...please. Put the gun down"
Tears fall, nothings the same. You're in such deep shit, your in a gang- the other one you owe and want you in their own. You have no place, but you just so angry.
"No..." You say almost a whisper "NO!" your voice cracked, your mouth turns into an ugly whining shape, tears falling and snot drooping a little. You feel so pathetic next to him. "I...I was never right...NEVER...and you, you made me like this!" It was the blame game and he was going to take everything concealed inside of you "Do you remember the last time you spoke to me? Do you recall the last time I've smiled. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME. Thats what you've always thought. ISN'T IT?! SHOULD HAVE DIED NOT DIRK IS THAT WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED?!"
"Davey-" He brings his hands up to soothe you but it didn't work
"DON'T BULL SHIT ME!" You lower the gun completely and drop to your knees "Hated, not needed, never wanted" Chanting those words over and over, bro looks sort of terrified
"I'm sorry Dave...So...so sorry...I thought"
"YOU THOUGHT WRONG" Looking up everything's went to shit "No one...ever really knew me did they?" Grinning you pull the gun up to your head, Bro jerks forward and slaps it out your hand before you can pull the trigger, sadly.
"Dave, WHAT THE FUCK?!" he screams at you, husky voice bellowing and you flinch. He cares about your life but not the ones you took away.
Your eyes are glazed but the grin doesn't weaken, he's standing above you in the process of running next to you his glasses fell off, Orange eyes that your brother once owned in the same place as his. Grin shattering you stare into the Orange orbs that once filled you with such jealously and hate, you had learned to like the Orange eyes and they never meant to hurt you in such a way, but you can't help but want to claw them out. The man drops down next to you in defeat. Such coolness, such irony the man held. How did you not realize, how could you not NOTICE that he was Dirk the entire time.
Staring at the man, you don't understand. You had never understood how Bro and Dirk were the same person but they were. And you moved on from it. A gun shot was heard. Head whipping over you watched the girl holding a black revolver had shot your brother, the one you just got back.
"NOOO!" You scream, but a hammer hits you round the head knocking you out. The last thing you hear is the brothers groans and police sirens. You guess that Sn0wman bitch found you.
Just fucking dandy.
I don't really have much input on this one other than the fact I tried really hard not to put in a Frozen reference.
Also it coming to an ennnnd D:
All thats left is for me to decide to make it a sad story or a happy one.
:)
