Godless- The Dandy Warhols

Life seemed to settle on a slope where sanity was constantly slipping down, and there wasn't a lie anyone could tell to say that life hadn't changed in those past months that seemed to slither on by.

Everyone had been sitting on an edge after the funeral had gone and passed. And that funeral had been a long and reminiscent event for most of the orphans that attended. All except for two, who didn't attend at all.

While everyone watched that wooden box get lowered to a muddy grave, Beyond had already walked out the front doors and slipped between the gates with his bag in tow, and his follower in-step along with him.

He saw the accusatory glares he received. They thought he pushed him to his death. He almost wanted to laugh. If he really wanted to kill him, he would have done a better job at it. They wouldn't be guessing that he'd done it, they would know. He would have carved his name on Andy's forehead – his true name. He would have pulled his eyes out of their sockets, or plucked out his teeth. Maybe even chop his fingers off and stuff them in his mouth?
He could think of a million more interesting ways to kill someone, rather than just pushing him off a bloody building without maiming him first!

But he knew it was only a matter of time before they start investigating him; before they dig up old information and have an actual reason to throw him into an asylum.

"Did you do it or not?" Hailee's voice was heavy and sat like stone in the frigid air.

"No."

"Then why are we escaping?"

He had no answer. No proper answer. He cocked a smile. "Because they suspect me."

"Because you're weird?"

"We're all a little weird, Hailee. Some weirder than others."

They were almost five blocks over. It was the first time either of them had seen a town, seen strangers and houses, even shops in the longest of times. Neither had realised how isolated from the rest of the world they had been until that moment.

A mutual feeling of fleeting excitement pattered through the both of them as they stood on the street, as cars and bicycles passed them.

"Why did you ask me to come with you?" Was the girl's next question.

Yet again, he had no answer to her question. Why did he ask her to come with him, he wondered?

Beyond looked her over. She looked older than her years. It was deep in those coral blue eyes of hers, brought out by her combed back blonde curls and stark pale skin, much like his own. She was beautiful to look at, he realised. A beautiful plaything that has been dropped so many times, yet remains unbroken.

So different to the last one.

Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words he wanted to say were hard to find.

"Because you are not glass." Was all he could say, and he was not even sure if she would understand his meaning, but she seemed to settle with that for the moment.

After what felt like an hour of wandering the streets, the two finally came across a train station. Neither had money for a ticket, but that didn't stop Beyond from choosing a destination.

"Next stop, London. From there, we are going to L.A. I want to go as far away from this shit hole as I can."

Beyond and Hailee had the plan of sneaking onto a late night boarding, and hide in the bathroom until the tickets were cleared. When the time came, the plan went off without a hitch. They climbed aboard in the rush between other passengers and they made a beeline straight to the back of the train and into the bathroom. Beyond locked the doors behind them and leaned hard against the wall, listening for the ticket master.

It had been close to fifteen minutes until the passengers settled and had their tickets checked and the train began to move with a sudden jolt, but still, the two remained hidden in the bathroom.

Hailee had been sitting in the corner with her knees propped up, and Beyond was opposite her with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his torso.

"I need to know something." She began, that familiar thickness in her tone. "…before anything else."

"Something about me?"

She nodded in return. "What did you do to C."

A sudden weight as heavy as a ton of bricks dropped in his stomach, and his expression fell grim. "Do you really want to know the ghosts of my past?" His voice took a sudden turn to something that was harsh and sharp.

"Definitely."

An almost bitter laugh chuffed out of him and his arms tightened across his chest. "She was glass, and she shattered." Beyond stated, and then waited for a response but received nothing.
"Yes, I know what you're thinking. It was me. I killed her. Are you scared yet? It was an accident." His fists clenched and he was angry. He could feel those old feelings boiling beneath: First it was frustration, more with himself than anyone else, animosity and rage, then it hit its peak with a strong sense of fear like none other, and that was what had scalded him the most.

He felt sick to his stomach.

"She was crying to me when she found those dead animals in my closet. 'how could you be so cruel?' she was saying. I had them nailed up limb for limb.
She wouldn't let me touch her, she kept pushing my hands away. I ended up pushing her onto my bed with my hands around her neck. It was such a small little neck.
I tried to explain to her why I did it, I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she kept clawing at me and struggling. I got mad and I squeezed too tight. I watched as the colour drained out of her face, and felt her go limp underneath me. Have you ever watched someone die, before? Have you ever seen the life flicker out of someone's eyes before? All her thoughts, all her memories, all her feelings, all for nothing.
She was glass, and I was stone. She shattered because of me."

Minutes passed on with not a single word or noise uttered. Hailee never broke her eyes away from Beyond's form. His eyes had evaded hers and were stuck on the floor like chewing gum.
His hands were shaking, fingers clasping and unclasping.

"Funny thing is, she was always a very jealous person. I don't think she ever really left. Sometimes it still feels like she's in my room with me. And did you know your room used to be hers?
I think she had been with us that entire time."

Her eyes widened and her mouth drew into a line as her heart began to hammer hard in her chest.
Memories flooded in her mind of being in that room, in that hallway. There was always someone following her, someone taunting her; that was the moment when her sanity had tilted off the edge.

"I'm not as much of a monster as I make out to be. But I think I could kill someone again easily, and with no remorse. I loved her, though." He sounded mad again. "And the worst thing is…" He continued in a deeper, gnarling voice. "I knew it would be me to do it. I could see it. I watched her numbers tick down every single fucking time I was with her." He finally stared straight at Hailee with unblinking, blood red eyes. "And I see it with you, too." He laughed again, his mouth curling into a twisted smile. "History has a funny way of repeating itself."

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT, THE FAVOURITES, THE FOLLOWERS, THE REVIEWERS AND THE READERS! It has been a long time coming since the beginning of this story. I know my writing has not been the best, I know I took forever to get to the point and I know I've left a lot of plot holes, but this was the main idea I've had since the beginning and I'm so happy to finally be able to write it down and get it out there to read! I hope the ending wasn't too much of a disappointment, and thank you for reading!