Chapter 2: Dusk Bowl Dance
I sat slumped on the small bus seat. Suicide Silence blasted into my ears 'make sure you take the time… to put them down on their knees…'
"Dusk…" Bella said softly, trying to coax me into telling.
I ignored her. The rain splattered the window like the brains of somebody shot in the head, some seeped into my cuts
…The shattered bottle rained splintered razors onto my face and into my eyes, making me cry tears of blood because they cut my amber eyes…
My pitch cyan hair with alluring highlights of crimson and scarlet and silver shone with the power of the Moonlight through the grimy bus windows. Glass tinkled aimlessly through my silken waves, carried by rivers of blood down my porcelain face.
I had a strong, square jaw that did cast dark, dancing shadows onto my elf-like shoulders. My wide amber eyes glistened with buried pain, windows to my tortured soul. My nose was long and straight. My rosebud lips hung in a crooked smile, despite the screams of fiery life-blood essence cascading across my bent, broken nose. She cannot fall the way I have!1!
The bus rattled along loudly – my woozy slid in every direction around the bus. I stood up. Violently swaying, I delicately expelled the none-existent contents of my starved stomach. I saw two Bella's, four pale white hands grasping around my neck as I wretched.
A band of dark angels floated gently towards my eyes as I drowned in an ocean of pain…
My orangey-yellow eyes fluttered open and gazed into bottomless azure depths, framed by thick noir eyelashes. His long, spikey black hair with forest green stripes lay against my cheek, overwhelming my senses with the smell of rusty razorblades.
His side-fringe was bob-cut, simultaneously blending with a dozen razor-cut layers.
A single ginger feline ear poked through the hurricane of goddamn awesome hair. The other one was chopped off crudely at the base. A long orange tale wave behind him.
I felt warm, plump lips against my own. Instinctively, I kissed them hard and passionately, my tongue charging through my own lips and into the mouth of this gift from Sauron.
The boy's eyes shot open and he sat up instantly, his cheeks painted the colour of blood.
"Oh thank you!" cried Bella, hugging me intensely.
"W-what happened?" I gasped, due to her embrace.
The mystery boy spoke up, "You passed out due to blood loss. But don't worry, I breathed some life back into you – I'm a wizard who specialises in healing"
"That must come in useful for you! emo cutter!,!" Some stupd chavvy prep called out.
"He just saved my brother's life!" Screamed Bella, as she twisted the guy's arm until the bone snapped.
The bus became silent and still.
"You kids get off my bus this instant!" squeled the driver.
As we pile off, Bella exclaims, "How will we get Dusk to the hospital now?"
"Well I live near here" My savour answers.
"I swear, you just keep saving us! What is yourname?" Asks Bella enthusiastically.
"I'm Hail. Hail Riskos" The boy points to himself. "And that is Hang Chariote and Demon Tornet"
"Bella and DuskMoonlightio" I said, referencing Bella and I.
"Careful around this neighbourhood" Hang warned.
"Alcoholic Orcs are less pleasant than the war-hungry ones!" Exclaimed Demon.
The road turned upside-down. My head swims in an uncontrollable ecstasy. I fall into Hail's arms, his face looking donwn on me with concern.
"I'm going to have to carry him!" He shouted. And I
My legs were swept up from beneath me, my last sight being Hail. And the starts...
