They were too much alike. Both went to high school. Both wore dark clothes. Both thought the world was messed up. Both were claimed dead by the unforgiving world. Both had killed to make the one they loved see a point, and they were both rejected by them for the same reason the person came to them. Both lived in the dark night, feeding on it, making it give them their power over the people of everyday society that denied who they were. They were the freaks, the people, these two were normal. These two were what society said they were, and both understood that. They both had dark pasts that they couldn't escape from; they both had a trench coat. And they will both meet.
But among all the similarities, they were different as night and day. One understood everything they thought, the other, it was just thoughts. They way they acted was different too, one was quiet, rebel, who didn't make a big fuss unless provoked. The other was loud, dark, peccant, and didn't give a shit about you. One used guns, the other knives. One had a motorcycle, the other had to walk. One thought everything was a way of life that had to be done; the other thought it as cool, different and had to get peoples' responses. One believed in heaven, the other worshiped Satan. But these were petty differences, the only major one was, one wasn't ready for the other. Neither was.
But among all the similarities, they were different as night and day. One understood everything they thought, the other, it was just thoughts. They way they acted was different too, one was quiet, rebel, who didn't make a big fuss unless provoked. The other was loud, dark, peccant, and didn't give a shit about you. One used guns, the other knives. One had a motorcycle, the other had to walk. One thought everything was a way of life that had to be done; the other thought it as cool, different and had to get peoples' responses. One believed in heaven, the other worshiped Satan. But these were petty differences, the only major one was, one wasn't ready for the other. Neither was.
