A Jamais Tombé
Arty – Well hello! I'm starting this chapter a little later than usual, so it may come out on Fan fiction later than expected. Even though I don't go by a schedule.
Yaumi – So expect it whenever!
Akuma – So she's back to normal, no more deep philosophical phrases for us I guess.
Arty – Easy come easy go.
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The Wishful Thinker – My beta I love you! Hugs and kisses! I love discussing ideas for this story with you! You always seem to come up with the right answers, you say the right things at the right time and you think outside the box. I know sometimes it might be hard for you to read what I write (sometimes I'm afraid of what I write) and I understand that. So I think the gore level will only get worse. Sorry!
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Mistress-of-eternal-darkness – Evil faeries can be quite scary, but Fae Pixels can be absolutely horrifying. Or at least I hope so, but keep in mind that the Fae Pixels seem to act very suspicious.
Kuja's Kitticat – Yes, it's defiantly Tala and Kai! I'm happy you like Chris and Arty; sorry about what's happening to them!
Reader – The preview was not beta read, so all errors are my own stupid fault. I never used to read over anything more than once. Now I do it at least ten times. But fear not the beginning chapters are being beta read.
The bitch that won't die – Dear God I swear, when reading your name I thought, "Oh shit here it comes, the worst flaming I've ever had in my life." Luckily it was one of the best reviews I have ever received. I'm so happy my story turned you on to the large and great world of Yaoi.
I have this whole entire plot written down in my mind, if I ever wrote it down it would be too hard to every day keep going back and changing details. Writing things down always messes me up, so I just skip over writing crap down and try to remember it all. Remembering certain things comes easy, like remembering things about science or history, but other things like learning French causes my brain to freak out. If I learn something wrong the first time there is no way for me to go back and change the meaning. I just keep thinking of the first thing I learned about it, be it wrong or right. That's why I can remember certain things while I can't remember others. I can tell you my feelings while reading the first Harry Potter book, but I can't tell you what I did during school today. Most likely in ten years I'll still remember what I felt when reading Harry Potter and won't remember what I did the day before. Such is the life of a person with only long-term memory. I suck ass at listening and quizzes. LOL Anyone in my French class can nod their head to that. So if I mess up minor details, please tell me or I'll never catch myself. I won't be able to remember what I wrote down less than a month ago, but give or take a year or two I'll remember the whole story, start to finish.
Chapter 7 - Comme atténué en bas Nirvana– Like dulled down Nirvana
She read through the sentence over and over again. This was the sentence that would change her life. Every day she would hope to never see the long white envelope contained inside was the truly damming evidence that would send her into the abyss.
That was crap. Plain and simple. What Tala just wrote down on the paper for his English assignment was crap. It was nowhere near the level that was expected of him at this age, or of the class he was in. Tala sighed, crumpled up the badly scribbled on paper, and tossed it at the wastebasket. He missed; but hey what the hell else was new? Angrily, Tala ran a hand through his red hair and groaned in frustration when his fingers got snagged in a knot. His hear was so very annoying. He yanked his fingers out of his locks along with a few red hairs and decided to give his writing another sad try.
"Arty?"
"Yeah Chris?"
"I'm so sorry I woke you up and made you walk here with me. This is all my fault, everything that's going to happen, I'm just so sorry." Chris looked over to Arty and for the first time since she had been captured finally met his eyes, eyes that were devoid of emotion and were staring down at the floor, looking at nothing, their shade of gray was a light color and almost white. Chris's apology fell on deaf ears.
Tala stared horrified as the words continued to be written on his paper. Sure, his hand was holding the pencil that was writing these words, but they sure as hell weren't his words. He could never write something like that out of the blue. Why was it about Chris and Arty? Before the pencil could write anything else Tala threw it at the wall. What did it mean, 'deaf ears?' Why the hell would Chris's apology fall on deaf ears?
Tala's hands shook slightly with fear and his palms felt sweaty as he rubbed them on Chris's pajama pants. He rubbed his eyes in frustration and realized what was written down on the paper would make the perfect story for English. Tala though was still too shaken up to even think about finishing his homework assignment, desperately looked around for anything that would give him a reason to call Arty and Chris. He was getting the feeling: the feeling that someone was going to die. He had learned to listen to his instincts, they were usually right.
Unfortunately nothing in the room could give Tala the inspiration to call the twins. Tala looked around the room and rubbed his arms, as the temperature seemed to have dropped ten degrees in the last three minutes. He looked down at the paper and saw to his surprise that the letters were no longer there. They were gone, as if they had never been written. But that couldn't be true, he wrote those words down. He watched himself write those words down. Tala shoved the paper away and saw that the pencil was right next to his hand. He had thrown that pencil at the wall, and now it was next to him. It's magic, just like that paper. Tala shivered, gathered his courage, picked up the pencil and threw it at the wall again, this time hard enough to snap it in half. Tala sighed in relief and his shoulders slumped and his hands hit the floor.
Than Tala felt something hard. His brow furrowed as he picked it up, it was his pencil snapped in half. Tala couldn't help himself, he shrieked. He shrieked like a little girl and dropped the pencil like it was on fire and then jumped up to his feet in time to hear a weird scraping and crunching noise. A shiver ran down his back, like someone had poured ice-cold water over his head. He didn't want to turn around; he knew there was something behind him he didn't want to see. He couldn't help himself though, the temptation was just too great and he felt like the serpent from the Garden of Eden was handing him that apple. He needed to turn around; there was something he needed to see behind him.
Tala turned slowly ready to take that apple. He knew it was something he had to do, and Fate planned it, just like it had planned Adam and Eve's untimely demise. The noise had stopped so Tala turned around slowly, his neck twisting to see over his shoulder. There was no one behind him, nothing out of place, and nothing missing. But there was the writing, the writing on the wall. It must have been gouged in with a knife or some other sharp object, because it was messily written and there were flecks of paint and pieces of plaster everywhere on the floor below it. The message was short and to the point:
'Find them … You know you want to. Grasp your apple Tala, feed the temptation. The serpent is calling you'.
Tala's eyes watered and he felt like crying. Those were the exact feelings and thoughts he had felt mere minutes again. Tala walked forward and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hands against the words etched in the wall.
"Go away! Go away! Just leave me alone; I don't want any part in this story, this play on fate! I don't know what you're doing but if you don't fucking stop it I'll…. I'll… I'll kill you!" Tala screamed and pounded his hand against the wall. "Leave me alone! I've been good!" Tala slammed his head against the wall twice and then he fell to the floor with tears in his eyes. The stress of the past few days and now this message were seriously getting to him. Tala ran his fingernails down the wall, taking pieces of paint down with him. The message had been clear and Tala knew what he had to do. Where the message had come from was something entirely different. He sniffed and dried the tears off his cheeks violently with his shirtsleeve.
After a minute or two, Tala regained his composure and with a few quiet sniffles managed to put his shoes on and run out the door, completely forgetting the need for a jacket.
Tala fought with his tears; something big was about to happen if it hadn't already, something involving Arty, Chris, and himself. Tala was getting that feeling, the one he had gotten on the day of his parents' death, and something very, very bad was going to happen. Tala didn't want to see anyone hurt but sometimes life didn't work that way. You couldn't have things the way you wanted them all the time. It was Murphy's Law, anything bad that can happen will happen. Tala had struggled with the heavy burden of his parents' death since he was a little boy, and now that he was almost graduating high school it seemed quite ironic that now, of all times, he was feeling such terrible remorse. He had lost many friends in the short time he had been in that gang with King and Queen. In fact, King and Queen were like his surrogate parents, yet now they were going after him, his blood running through the streets was their deepest desire. Actually, it made sense; Tala had left that cold winter day for no reason. He had just up a disappeared and left all his things back at the tiny apartment. I must have driven King and Queen nuts trying to find me, and then their worst fears were confirmed when I showed up in a private school. I just couldn't live that way anymore. Not after I met Him. Tala shivered, Him … He was the problem he had started all of this!
Tala's thoughts ran through his head like never before and he found himself running harder than he ever had in his life.
Kai smirked as he watched his young ward run out the door. So his little trick had worked? No matter what, Tala was always going to be a God-fearing man. He would never get over his hatred of God because he took so much from him, but if Tala and Kai were lucky, Kai might be able to help the situation. He shook his head; Tala was just about as predictable as a rabid dog. Once you thought you had him figured out he did something completely out of character. Kai smiled to himself. He remembered when he used to be something like that, though no one really knew him well enough to say he even had a 'character'. Unpredictably, that had been something Kai defiantly was. Not even his victims knew what he was going to do to them.
Murder #3
Kai cracked his knuckles and placed the gun back in his pocket. He left the locker room and Kenny's dead body behind.
Everything was turning out so great. It was all working according to the plan he had thought up when he was listening to that song. That song gave him ideas beyond his wildest dreams, the revenge he had hoped for was coming true and it was all thanks to that song. He would forever be grateful to it. Kai smiled to himself and nodded to a passing teacher. Kai was so happy that he was acting just like a regular student, nothing special or out of the ordinary about him, just a kid probably getting ready for an after-school sport.
There was only a little time left before Kai would get the whole entire song back together, only then would his plan for revenge be complete. But until that fateful moment there was something else Kai needed to complete. His other friend who betrayed him would not be forgotten.
"Just what are we going to do with you Mariah? You never really did learn that beauty is only skin deep," Kai mumbled to himself and thought back to his 'friendship' with Mariah. The pink-haired ditz was only interested in his money and getting in his pants. Kai was surprised he had even been able to keep her away with that conniving mind of hers. When that girl put her mind to it any thing she wanted could be hers, the only thing just beyond the grasp of her manipulative fingers was Kai himself. Kai the loner, the freak, the kid with the money, the boy who sat in the back of the class, or his favorite, the That-Fucking-Faggot-Who's-Queer. Unfortunately for Mariah, she didn't choose to listen to those rumors or she still thought she was attractive to the queer guy. He frowned as he thought of the countless times he had gone over her house and caught her doing something inappropriate, than she would giggle about and laugh off, inviting him to come and join her. Like always Kai would just politely decline.
Kai knew Mariah well though, and considered her one of his friends, so he had started to get used to her weird schedule. Every Friday afternoon Mariah would sit in one of the empty classrooms crying, sobbing her eyes out, because she hated what she had become. He remembered barging in once and caught her digging her nails into her palms screaming, "I'm not a fucking whore! No! I don't want to be this way. Please change me!" After that Kai almost felt sorry for her. Mariah wasn't set in her ways though and she had used a trick on him that most nasty cheerleader girls had up their sleeves, the use-them-and-dump-them trick. But Kai wasn't ready to be used and dumped, Kai was not any other asshole, he was someone. He was Kai-fucking-Hiwitari and if that didn't account for anything he didn't know what did. He was the youngest member of the richest family in Russia; he lived with his grandfather in an old Victorian Mansion on the outskirts of a city on the bay. His grandfather by far was one of the most imposing Hiwitari's to live, Kai coming in as the most disturbing and morbid family member. Kai also seemed to have the strongest immune system in a family of weaklings.
Thus, all were good reasons as to why the black-haired boy wouldn't take what Mariah did. He would make her pay, pay with her life. He knew where to find her, now it was only a matter of killing her. Kai leaned against the English room door and smiled to himself as he stared at locker, funny he had never found locker number one. He faintly heard sobbing through the thick wooden door and he knew that his next victim was inside, exactly where she was every Friday afternoon. Kai opened the door silently and walked in. Mariah lifted a tear stained face to stare at him.
"Kai?" She all but whispered. All the yelling must have done away with her voice.
"Yeah."
"Why are you here? I don't need you … And I wasn't crying."
Kai smirked and said nothing. He just bent down and wrapped his arms around Mariah's shoulders. He felt the girl stiffen and than relax in his embrace. Kai smirked over her shoulder as he felt her arms tighten around his torso. Mariah, you think I would do this for you? Mariah sniffed, "I'm so sorry Kai, I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself for what I did to you. It's too horrifying. All the beatings they put you through, I'm so sorry I told people your secret. Please forgive me?"
Kai broke from Mariah's hold and stepped back a few feet so he was at the head of the classroom. Mariah sniffed again and rubbed her eyes hard, her cheeks almost as pink as her hair. They stood in silence for a few minutes.
"Do you know where people like me and you go?"
"W-w-what do you m-mean?"
"After we die where do you think we'll go? More importantly: where do you think you'll go?"
Mariah shrugged her shoulder to his question, "Everyone wants to go to Heaven, but so few people make it there. We all have a little bit of evil in us. But I hope one day I'll be forgiven and God will let me into the Kingdom of Heaven." Mariah's voice cracked.
"That was touching, but now you need to know the truth. God doesn't exist, Mariah, but if he does in your sad little world you better hope he forgives you in the next five minutes."
"W-why the next f-f-five minutes?"
"That's how long you have left to live."
She gasped and Kai quickly moved forward and grabbed Mariah's hair and yanked her off the chair, dragging her to the front of the classroom. "Unfortunately for you Mariah, you're too predictable for your own good. Who else would have known you would be in here crying your eyes out, but me? Face it, I was the only one you trusted, and I'm still the only one." Mariah sniffed and cried, hot tears racing down her cheeks. Kai took the gun out of his pocket with his free hand and aimed it right between her eyes.
"You said I had five minutes."
"I lied."
Kai pulled the trigger.
Kai shook off the long passed memory and walked out the door. He needed to get to the twins before Tala did. Tala would be arriving at the horrific scene in a few minutes, so Kai only had one choice. Cracking and snapping noises ripped apart the silence as a gut wrenching sound was heard and a pair of wings unfurled themselves from Kai's back, ruining his shirt and severing it into two pieces. His wings had some kinks in them from being furled up for so long; that meant Kai would have a harder time than usual with flying. He wouldn't have to fly too high, though. The fact was, that in a dirty city like this, no one looked any higher than their feet. It was a nasty unforgiving world in a city by the bay.
Besides, it was so cloudy and foggy out that night that people would be lucky if they saw an inch in front of their faces. He soared a few feet above the apartment buildings, coming into a slow descent when he saw two familiar bodies lying in a dirty alleyway. Here, Tala would actually realize the extent of the danger in his life for the first time. Why all things had to happen negatively in life was beyond Kai's comprehension.
Kai circled lazily and allowed his feet to touch the ground softy as he walked towards the bodies of the twins; the two had been beaten and raped in front of each other. And if that wasn't enough, they were going to have to die. Kai could see no way around it, as long as the twins were there Kai's job would become increasingly harder. With out without his help the twin's would die. Tala would go after the killers and just get himself into more trouble. They might have been Tala's best friends but they were too unholy to be near him. Lust after all was one of the seven deadly sins. Tala was like an angel or the pure white of the first snowfall. He was not to be tainted.
Chris moved his hand over to Arty's clutching it tightly. "Hey, Arty." Chris mumbled, his neck was still sore from where he had been choked; in fact his throat was littered with colors ranging from black to green. Arty didn't move but kept staring straight in front of her. The girl's pants and underwear were around her ankles and there was blood around her as well. "I know this is a stupid question to ask, but are you OK?" Arty actually showed a reaction as she turned her head towards Chris and smiled. The smile was lifeless.
"I'll live if that's what you mean."
Chris smiled back; Arty wasn't going to let the situation get to her. "Not to be negative or anything, but you've got one helluva cut on your stomach." Arty glanced down at her stomach at the comment; she just smiled more. Chris dragged himself closer to his sister and leaned over her stomach, "There's a good bit of blood. Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."
Kai stepped forward quietly. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Arty frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I can't let you leave this place, it's not safe. You're just making things worse by living, so just die already, would you?"
Chris turned towards Kai, his silver hair matted down to his forehead with blood, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Kai smirked, he was falling into his role of protector with ease, and he felt a weird urge to kill anyone too close to Tala. I guess someone like Tala isn't that hard to like.
"I'll give you a few minutes to say good bye to each other, but you'll have to make it quick. Chris, she's in a lot of pain. All the blood around you is hers." Chris looked around at Kai's remark. There was a lot of blood. It was everywhere on the walls, on the ground, the garbage cans, on him and on Arty. In fact most of it was on Arty and most of it was around Arty. With a sense of dread Chris lifted up her shirt and saw multiple stab wounds, most of which he could see through. Chris slowly moved his head to look at Arty. How could she have not told him about this? Arty smiled guiltily at the unasked question. Chris looked down at his own body and realized that he too was covered in stab wounds that he couldn't feel.
"Why can't I feel the pain?"
"You're too far gone."
"What do you mean?"
"It'll be ending soon, don't worry."
"OK …"
Chris realized he must be really far-gone to agree to the freakish teen in front of him. The other boy look like he was from Hell. But Chris didn't care. In fact, he felt at peace. Everything for once was going to be all right. And that that was a big change of pace for him, heck Arty looked calm too. Normally she would freak out if she saw her own blood, now she was doing nothing about it. Maybe she realized how truly fruitless their situation was.
Arty turned and smiled at the two boys. "I love you, 'kay Chris?" Chris smiled back and squeezed Arty's hand. He let his head drop onto her chest. Everything would be all right.
"I'm sorry. If I hadn't made you come you wouldn't be here in this situation. We wouldn't be dying. You would be at home sleeping and I would be by your side waiting for you to wake up. I would most likely fall asleep next to you and Mom would come home and pull a blanket over us." Chris was crying and he brought a bloody and dirty hand up to his face, trying to rub away the tears but only succeeding in making himself dirtier. Arty sighed softly at his misfortune and used her hand to wipe away some of the dirt, her hands being cleaner than his. They always had been, she was like the innocent twin and Chris was the evil one. "Then in the morning we would go outside and go to school with Tala. Just like we always do." She touched his face again as she finished his dream of them.
Arty smiled weakly for she was getting oh so very pale and her body was trembling violently. Even if her body healed, the emotional scars wouldn't. "Hey, Chris, look at me." Slowly Chris moved his silver eyes to meet Arty's near identical ones. "It's not your fault, it never was your fault. Don't blame yourself, you can't cheat Fate. Everyone learns that sooner or later. I just wish we could die peacefully in our old age and have time to look at how far our lives have come. But remember we're doing this for Tala, whoever and whatever that guy is; he's trying to protect Tala. Us being here will be making it worse. I don't really understand it, but Tala would be heart broken if we died at the hands of his old gang. We were use as leverage you know. Besides, it finally feels like that for once things are going to be OK. For once we won't have to worry about the consequences." Chris sobbed and nodded his head. All along Arty had known more about the situation than he did, before King's cronies told them Arty had known about Tala's past. It would be heartbreaking for Tala to know his gang had done this to his best friends. It was better for him to think it wasn't a member of his gang that did the damage to them. Death would come too soon and there was something he needed to get off his chest.
"Arty, I love you."
"I love you too, Chris."
"No! No! You don't get it! I love you more than I should! I love you more than any brother should. I love you and want you so bad that every time I look at you I want to shoot myself right between the eyes. I don't want you to ever hate me or look at me with hate. I never told you before, but I love you so much Arty. Please don't hate me." Chris sniffed and braced himself expecting Arty to be disgusted with him. He was unnatural and disgusting. He lusted for his own twin sister. Lust was one of the seven cardinal sins. Chris shook his head; he knew it was too soon to tell her. Tala had warned him to be careful and not to scare Arty away. Tala had also said that Arty loved Chris back, he was sure of it.
Arty was quiet for a few seconds and than she remembered their time was limited and that there was a person lurking in the shadows biding his time till he could kill them. "I love you too." Arty lifted her bloody and bruised hands to run down Chris's face. He leaned in to the touch and her fingers ran over his eyelids, leaving a trail of her blood. Chris leaned up and kissed Arty. She wasn't going to run away or hate him, she loved him back, and it was almost too much for Chris's poor brain to handle and he felt a surge of happiness. To him it was like a dulled down Nirvana. Oh god, did it feel good. Everything was coming together and Chris started crying leaving clean streaks in the dirt and grime caked to his face. Kai shifted in the shadows.
"I'm sorry but it's time."
"OK, we understand."
"Yet so few do."
Chris kissed Arty again, "We'll be together forever. So don't get tired of me too quickly." Arty smiled. She understood. No one in society would accept their love, but in death they could love each other without problems. Or at least they thought. Kai shook his head, But how wrong they are in thinking God will save them. Rei had thought the same thing, look at him now. He's watching over me hoping I don't screw up his chances in the afterlife.
"We're ready." Kai nodded. Their time had come. Kai would kill them in cold blood, although technically they were already on borrowed time, living only off of pure will. Arty coughed violently spitting up blood, just to prove Kai's point. They'd be dead soon. Kai couldn't leave them here to die painfully, even that was too inhuman for him.
Chris pushed himself off of Arty and settled down next to her, their hands still tightly clasped. "Take Arty first please, she's in worse pain than I am." Kai nodded, he would have taken the girl first anyway. She would have been the easiest. Arty sat up slowly, sitting on her knees; she was going to look her killer straight in the eyes. She wanted to know who would be the savior of Tala, and the stealer of her life. She smiled as she saw the boy; she had seen him before at school. Ran into him while crawling around under desks. Chris let go of Arty's hand and Kai moved his and touched Arty's forehead. With just a little effort he summoned power into his hand, and it glowed white for a few seconds. Then the power built up and Arty was thrown backwards as Kai released it from his hand. It was a painless death, numbing her mind as he snapped her neck.
"Arty …" Chris sobbed. He knew it had to happen but her death was horrifying. She stared back at him with open gray eyes, her mouth set in a permanent smile and her head tilted at an unnatural angle. Chris turned back to Kai, and realized that now he was on his knees right in front of the killer. And suddenly for the first time a bolt of fear overcame and him and his was suddenly soaked in cold sweat. This was it, this was the moment he would die and finally become rid of these world and all it damn problems. As those cold-chilling eyes rested upon his bleeding frame Chris had one last thought:
Where do people like us go?
There was a flash of bright light and Chris felt a hand grip his face. Then, there was eternal darkness.
Tala fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was almost halfway to the twins' house and he had sprinted the whole way. Not being as healthy as he should be had defiantly slowed him down. He was huffing and puffing after running two blocks. And frankly for someone with his family's history you could expect better. His family was made up of born athletes, with the exception of him though. Tala grunted and picked himself up off his knees. He realized he wasn't perfect but there was nothing he could do about it. Right now he needed to get to his friends, one of the few emotional supports he had.
Tala started running again and looked down an alleyway. He wanted to run past there, he didn't want to look in, and with every empty alley Tala ran faster, his stomach filled with dread. In cities like this, you could expect any type of crime to happen anywhere, from rape to fraud. This alley, this one felt different as if there was some kind of supernatural power residing inside it, it was like a sleeping giant. Tala shivered as a raindrop hit the tip of his nose. It was only lightly drizzling though. Suddenly there was a flash of white light from deep inside the alleyway and Tala was drawn in. This was it, this was the alleyway he didn't want to be in but would go down anyway. Such was the fate of one of God's decisions. Tala turned and ran down the now darkened alley, then stopped short at what he saw.
There in front of him was Chris on his knees in front of a winged boy. The boy touched Chris's forehead and for a second there was a flash of white light and than Chris's limp body was thrown back into Arty's. The lifeless eyes were staring at each other. Tala stepped forward.
No!
This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
What happened to them?
Tala's thoughts raced a mile a minute and he found his body moving on its own towards Chris and Arty. Shyly Tala reached down and brushed his fingers down Chris's face. He yanked his hand back; it was cold, freezing cold in a ridiculous way. But Tala refused to accept the inevitable. He reached down and touched Chris's neck, forcing his hand to touch the freezing flesh.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Hold your hand too close to those killed by the damned and you might catch your death of cold." Kai suddenly was standing next to Tala; he was completely uninterested in the bodies before him.
"They're dead."
"I killed them for you."
"I don't understand."
"Not many do."
Tala sniffed and didn't even bother to catch the tears running down his face; instead he turned towards Kai in a creepy way. A way most sane people couldn't move in. Kai looked over at the red headed boy and saw the tears that fell from his dull marine eyes. They were beautiful eyes, eyes that Kai could stare into forever. Kai shook his head, annoyed that that idea had slipped through his defenses. "You," Kai snapped to attention when he heard the younger boy speak. "You! It was you!" Tala pointed a hand at Kai. It was thrown into a spasm and Tala's whole body shook with his anger. "You did this! You did everything! You! You are ruining everything! You … My friends! My friends! Chris, Arty!" Tala was screaming but he didn't care now. Kai made no move to stop the yelling boy, his hair hiding his expression.
"I'll kill you."
Kai gazed sadly at the boy. He didn't understand his friends were better off dead.
"I'll gut you with a razor and hand-feed you your innards as if you were a child."
The threat didn't faze Kai. "Your friends are better off." Kai was a little weary of the boy he was getting very violent.
"No! T-they wouldn't leave me …" Tala's eyes were red and tears leaked out of them. They were his friends and always would be. He could remember them and their antics no matter what. They were one of the only bright things in his life. They were the light at the end of his dark life. Always there for him. Now they were gone.
Tala! Come one you lazy bum, we're late for school! Yo, Tala, hurry the fuck up! Tala, come over our house! Yeah our mom isn't home! Miriam what's up babe! Hey Miriam. Hey Chris you loser don't touch my ass! You don't have an ass to touch. Tala! Tala! Tala! Tala! Faggot! Ha ha!
Tala screamed, for it was too much to handle. His friends were gone and never to return, but sadly their memories would always be with him. He turned around and blindly fled. Not even did he bother to think twice about the creature he had left behind. He was leaving; he wasn't going to stay in this place any longer. There was too much death, too much for comfort. Tala ran, ran as far as his legs could take him and even further. Every time his body gave out on him and he had to stop running his conscious whispered cunning little phrases of deceit and sorrow.
"Run faster Tala. Get away from it! Don't stay too long! Catch your Death of Cold … Ha ha ha! Come on Love, run harder. That's it. Run from the monster playing with your soul. Run till your body gives out from exhaustion and you can't move a step further. Let your body die of hunger and a broken heart. Besides, you have nothing else to live for."
Tala, ever innocent, listened to the lies being fed into his head that night and ran, ran for all he was worth. He ran towards the spot of his last stand. A spot hauntingly familiar also filled with death, horror and paranoia.
"No matter how far you run Tala, I'll always be behind you. Always. You can't get away from me. I am the shadow. I live to protect you. I won't let any harm come of you. I'll watch your every movement like a predator stalking its prey, and I'll relish every second of it. I'll follow you to the fucking ends of the earth. Just don't lead me where I can't go."
"…"
"Tala, I think I'm falling in love you."
Arty – I can't believe I just killed off my Arty and Chris. Oh well, sorry to the people that liked them! But thanks so much for sticking with me. Now the story is finally heating up and
Tala and Kai are realizing the hell surrounding them. It's going to get interesting here folks.
Yaumi – Good-bye Arty and Chris! You're in a better place! We hope.
Akuma – I'm gunna regret this but, even I have to say it, Sayonara.
Arty – sniff Sad as it is, I got upset really upset because I was listening to this song by Fall Out Boy and it was called Sugar We're Going Down. The second they said 'going down swinging' I typed in the sentence about Arty giving up and dying I almost drowned in the irony. Too bad they had a lame ass death huh? Really I mean I gave Kai a great death, but Arty and Chris just gave up without even blinking, oh well they were too far gone. Notice how at the end of every death scene there is that little thought, 'Where do people like me go?' That's because every single one of the characters goes against the Ten Commandments and the word of God. The main point is to prove no one's perfect.
..Rest in Peace Arty and Chris..
FYI – The way Kai is talking is how Mr. Brink talks in the play On Borrowed Time. Because almost every time Kai says something it either has a double meaning or it's words of advice. Mr. Brink tends to talk like Kai and right now I'm getting the weirdest sense of déjà vu.
