Hey, halloween was great!! I walked around dressed as a witch in my homemade robes and stuff with about 6 other people, but eventually, the kids got tired and we just drove around in the back of a pickup truck, stopping occasionally for houses. Halloween is the best.
Anyway, on with the story.
Randall isn't feeling too happy...
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Icy autumn wind that bore signs of winter tore through the outskirts of the monster city. It blew dead leaves across the ground, making a dry, dead rustle as they hit the asphalt. It was weather that was oddly calming, yet cold. No reptile should be out and about in weather like this without a coat on.
And yet Randall was there, a thick blue scarf wrapped tightly around huis throat and a thin, holey sweater covering his midsection. He hadn't been clothes shopping in years, and most of the things he owned were thin and well-worn. He shivered, watching the goungs-on of the big city he lived on the edge of. His house was the last for about two miles, where he knew there were a few ratty apartments and derilect buildings.
He held something in his left upper hand and he looked at it now, getting lost in its icy cool depths. He marveled at its deathly cold appeal and sighed, wondering if he had the nerve. But not just yet. Someone was coming p the road. Musn't let them see him.
He darted behind a few bushes overgrown with some osrt of tangled vine and watched. It was a girl dressed even less than he was. Tangled, long red hair, horns, wings, gray-blue skin, nothing but a skirt and a nametag pinned to it was all she had.
He let her walk past, marveling at the way her wings moved, the webbing membranes between the leeathery folds moved in and out, stretching and convulsing gracefully... he wondered if she could fly. He would love to be able to fly; fly away from everything and everyone.
He fingered the thing in his hand once more, and his mind was made up.
He brought the scalpel down on his arm and welcomed the feeling.
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Magda had seen the boy, of course.
She'd gotten home, thanked Mikey for the ried, but had been unable to collect her thoughts. She had decided to go for a walk to clear her mind. Anticipation minxed with anxiety and fear made her restless, and more alert than ever. She had noticed the boy long before he had decided to hide.
She walked on, hardly concerned, not even caring that he seemed to be her age, or that her greatest attribute was being calm and eager in the face of new places.
Up ahead of her was nothing but road stretching to nowhere, the forests beginning, and she smiled. Here at last were the trees and leaves and grass that she so missed from home.
She looked over her shoulder for a moment, to see the city behind her, and she saw the boy from before; he was slumped on the ground. A slight frown creased her forehead as she squinted to see better. He was holding something shiny...
She knew it was none of her concern, and that she should just walk away, but something compelled her to double back and see what was the matter with him.
As she got closer, she saw the blood.
"Holy shit..." she muttered, and she kneeled before him and grabbed hhis scarf from around his neck. He was bleeding from the gash in his arm, the scalpel still in his hand, but he was lucid and conscious enough to protest.
"Stop, I want this," he said sharply, but she would have none of it.
She made a tourniquet of sorts to stop the bleeding, then grabbed the scalpel and chucked it away as far as she could. She wasn't really the sentimental type, but she was warmhearted and liked people. Seeing her friends, or what friends she had ever had, in a state like this always worried her.
"What the hell were you doing?!" she exclaimed, stretching her wings to their full extent, a good six feet out or so.
The boy glared at her with the greenest eyes she had ever seen, bright and intelligent. He shot her a look full of venom and growled, baring sharp teeth.
"What's it look like?" he said sarcastically.
"Killing yourself, obviously. Why on earth would you want to do that?" she asked, her voice softening, becoming more curious.
"My life sucks, is why. Leamme alone," he spat, and he got to his feet again and made to go back into the house and up to his room. He had been thwarted.
Slightly hurt that he hadn't at least been a little gratefull, Magda got to her feet as well, holding back tears. She didn't like rejection and she didn't like not understanding something.
She stood there for a few more minutes, even after he had gone inside, and wondered if she shouldn't come out here again sometime, maybe to talk or see how he was doing. But that was something councelors did, and she wasn't one.
She decided to go back home, forget about the boy and look forward to tomorrow. She wondered what on earth could make the boy so miserable that he wouldn't want to see any tomorrow.
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I DO have future chapters in mind, so keep your knickers on, hahaha. He ignored her once, but will HE forget HER? BWAHAHAHAHAH (evil laugh) evil cliffhanger of doom! Please review!!