Months had passed...everything had gone to what it was before my fall. Life resumed, how it was supposed to. I guess you were expecting some great change, like Red Mist and I would fall in love, but it didn't work like that...it never really did, plus, my heart had always been in another place...

I was running, my boots didn't even feel like they were hitting the ground, I was gliding across the pavement. I removed my coat, and hair. I tripped over some crack in the cement, I stumbled, and landed on my knees. The blood was black compared to the light from the street lights.

"Well I guess this is as good of a time as any..." I spoke to myself.

I pulled my backpack off of my back and began changing. I pulled my pants on, hot pink skinny jeans, and then my shirt, a grey tank top. My look was complete with my bright lime green and black Supra Vaiders, and a black hoodie. I wrestled with my mess of a hair, the brush would barely go through all the matted sweat filled hair. Fuck it, my hair wasn't important. I got to my feet and ran hard against the ground. I was almost there, I could taste it...not it...him...

I rounded a corner, the building was in my sight, just a few feet from the front door, but I realized...my mask...I ducked into an alley next to the building, got out some wet wipes and washed my face clean. I saw the paint disappear from my face, and onto the napkin. The white cloth was now stained black. My life in a backpack, smeared on a wet nap. I was a disgrace.

I resumed my jaunt, and ended up at the front door, my phone to my ear, the ringing was echoing through my head. The rings broke.

"Yea?" he answered.

"Hey Chris, its me...Kimmie." I squeaked out.

"Kim? Hey! Shit, whats up?" he exclaimed.

"Well I'm here outside your building, was hoping if we could chill?" I was nervous...my words slurred.

"Sure, I'll buzz you in." he muttered before I heard dead air.

The buzzing noise woke me from my trance.

"Oh fuck..." I said as I almost missed Chris's buzz.

I dashed to the elevator in the lobby, clicked in Chris's floor, and I was off.

I was for sure that I looked like shit, so I pulled out my mascara, and applied it. I was shit with make up, but I didn't want to go in there looking like I had wiped paint off my face...oh wait...

The doors opened and I was faced with Chris's front door. I knocked, the knocks were like slow motion, and echoed all through the hall. I heard footsteps, then a pause, and then the door creaked open.

"Kimmie!" he yelled out of joy.

"Chris!" I yelled back, my happiness surprised me.

He grabbed me and pulled me into him. The film slowed again, and I could feel his heart through his ribs, I could feel his muscles tighten around my waist, and I could feel his lungs breath out a sigh of relief.

"I haven't heard from you in ages." he said to me.

"I've been real sick." I lied...I felt terrible about it.

"Well come in here, we should catch up." he smiled at me and led me to a sitting room.

We talked for a long time. His face was so calming, his eyes peered into me, piercing my body. His skin was soft and just barely kissed by the sun. I felt something come over me. It ate me up.

"Don't be mad at me OK?" I asked

"Uhm, OK?" Chris said back.

I leaned in, and kissed him. It was so beautiful, and familiar, his lips caressed mine, our tongues fused themselves together, I couldn't pull away. I wrapped my arm around him, and pulled at the nape of his neck. He came closer to me, our chests touching. My heart was racing as I wrapped my hand in his hair. That perfect hair, always combed perfectly to the side. I pulled away and looked to him, the back of his hair was a hot mess now.

I ran my hands through all of his hair now. It was a beautiful massacre of his brown locks. And I felt a sickening lust for him, like I had felt with Red Mist...I guess my body didn't understand. I wrapped my leg around his side, and pulled myself on top of him. I kissed him as he rubbed his hands all over my body. He kissed me everywhere. My lips, my neck, and down to my chest. I shuttered at his touch. It was driving me insane.

I pulled off my hoodie, and kicked off my Supras. We continued making out, loosing clothing along the way until we were both completely unclothed. But then something strange happened...Chris's face grew hard, and angry, and I could see the black raccoon shadows under his eyes...no, it couldn't, it couldn't be him? I pulled away right as he looked at me.

"You are who I think you are...right?" I asked. My body trembling. He paused and looked down at his massive erection that rested in between my legs.

"I'm who you think I am...I'm Chris D'Amico, but I'm also something terrible, I'm-"

"Red Mist." the words escaped my mouth before I could contain them.

"And your The Chemist." the words were released, but I couldn't take my eyes away from his.

I thought for a moment, my mind had just been royally fucked beyond belief. But my mind kept going back to Chris, his beautiful eyes, and sweet smile, the comic book obsession, and the dark past, now even darker. For the first time since my friends had died, I felt love, and I dove head first into Chris.

"Everything will be different now..." I whispered in his ear. He smiled and kissed me.

I fell for him. I fell for Chris D'Amico, but worse, I fell for Red Mist. A sadistic bastard who killed for fun. Now that I think about it...we weren't so different after all...some how this felt wrong, but I loved it. In real life we were a sick, sad power couple, but in our alternative life we were sick, sad acquaintances.

Life continued, and now I'm sitting here writing all this down in a little art deco house that time forgot...with mustard colored walls, and beautiful crown molding. Everything is different now...

I'm Kimmie Nika White, and I'm a walking paradox.

Weird ending...I know, but it felt right. I really hope all of you loved it. I loved writing it. I have no idea what I might do next, maybe retire for a while, or maybe even do a spin off of this, or my previous story 'Sanguine'. Not sure, but keep tuned in. :] love u guys 3.