He looked around and the kid wasn't around again. She probably was watching a show with the people downstairs. He growled under his breath. He could've left her behind, but he knew she'd just follow him wherever he would go, torturing him with her lack of singing and dumb questions.
Grumbling under his breath, the cold autumn air blew against his face when he noticed her image beneath the fading street lights. She looked outward towrards the trees like she was in front of an audience. Something was different about her -- this whole entire week he saw different faces of the kid and he didn't have time to see another one.
What the Hell was she up to? The clock was ticking and he needed some time at the brothel. He started to walk up to her but then her mouth opened towards the trees:
And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home without a friend
Without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
I can make believe he's here
She sang those words quickly and motioned to herself. He quickly hid back into the shadows -- she actually knew how to sing. He huffed a little, the "he" in the song was probably the runt:
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head
She sang just as quick as though nothing was to bother. Did she know he was here? He grunted at the irony of the situation. He'd be sleeping right now, missing out on her singing -- not that he mind -- she wasn't that great of a singer. When she took a breath to sing the next verse, his ears perked to pay attention.
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
She slowly sang as she started to walk forward. The lamposts dimly lighting where she walked. He didn't need to smell her to know what she was feeling-- if people could hear or see her, they'd feel her despair. He didn't care though -- he was a ruthless, psychotic killer that killed better singers. He stayed in the darkness, quiet for a few minutes waiting for the next verse:
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever
She opened his arms to her audience of trees as the lights flickered on and off. He clutched his fist, he felt blood drip down his palm. Logan would never see 'Jubilee' ever and vice versa. He'd make both of them suffer for as long as he lived. Though that meant not being able to kill the runt -- and making sure that no one kills the runt either. The catch twenty-two made him growl a little louder, but the sound of her melodic voice made him unable to hear himself:
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
I love him...
She admitted it. He knew that she loved the runt. He'd taunt her about it for the rest of her miserable afterlife -- her fault for loving the runt, he heard her voice became powerful as she geared up for singing her heart out:
...But when the night is over
He is gone
The river's just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
I love him...
Her fault for loving the runt. He repeated those words like a mantra. She acknowledges the runt leaving her all the time -- but she has the audacity to say she still loves him:
...But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
His world would go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known
At that moment, he hated the runt and he hated the kid. The runt got the kid's affection easily and he had to work for something not even close to it. He paid for Birdy -- the closest thing to the relationship he ever had. He heard her gasp a little -- ghosts shouldn't be out of air:
I love him
She slowed down like her words ached. If she could cry, it'd look like it.
I love him
She started to fall to her knees as she gestured towards her 'audience,' then looked down at the ground.
I love him
But only on my own
He saw barely breath out those words as she crumpled to the ground. She deserved to be broken for her own stupidity for loving someone that didn't love her back.
"I know yer there 'Tooth, ya can come out," her voice came back to what she was known for. He slowly came out of the shadows, angry as ever -- he'd take the rage out on her verbally.
"I heard better sounds coming out of my butt after I eat at a Mexican restaurant," he hoped his wounds hit her pride -- yet she started laughing.
"Do ya even know where tha song is from 'Tooth," she questioned, but before he could answer she started to speak again, "that's right -- not inta musicals," she finished as he gave her a blank stare. She just rolled her eyes and sighed, "Couldn't help it, the auditions were today and well -- I'm kinda dead at the moment," When she said this, he grunted at her apathy about being dead. He got in the Viper and started it.
"Theater never fit ya kid," he absentmindedly told her as he turned on his lights.
"Like you should know," she hastily replied back in disgust. He stayed silent, hoping she wouldn't catch his mistake, "Oh 'Tooth, ya should wipe that tear down yer cheek -- it don't fit ya," He looked into the mirror -- she was right. He angrily clawed out that side of his face and they were off into the darkness once again.
Pain meant nothing, at least the secret he held stayed just that -- a secret that he could spring on her when he wanted to make her feel what he felt now.
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The song is from the musical, Les Miserables. I recommend downloa....buying the soundtrack. Look for the song "On my Own".