Rachel Gardner

The weapon stopped just an inch before it could reach the surface of the door. Usually he wasn't one to listen to others, but when he heard Rachel's voice, it came easy to him to listen first and act later. So with a risen eyebrow he turned his head to look down at her and once he figured that her explanation made sense, he pulled the scythe back and palced the weapon onto his shoulder again.

❝ Alright then, go check it out. ❞ He trusted her enough to get the job done quickly, so he waited. After a minute or two, he grew bored and began kicking some cans only to hear the telltale sound of her quick little footsteps.

The man was a weapon waiting to be unleashed, yet it was this little girl that could tell him to hold back his violent nature, even if just for a bit. And when Rachel confirmed that it was safe to break down the door, did the killer's smirk grow tenfold.

❝ Now to the fun part then. ❞ He sneered, pulling the weapon back where it reflected off the pale moonlight before coming down violently on the door. It splintered into many pieces from just one blow.

❝ Fuck yeah! That his the spot! ❞

After Zack smashed open the lock and the door, Rachel's blue eyes scanned their surroundings to make sure the racket hadn't attracted any unwanted attention. Since it was late at night it was unlikely but she wanted to make sure anyway, especially when this was supposed to be a night without having to worry about police.

Once the killer was done celebrating the destruction of the door, she led both of them inside the dark interior the arcade. The lights were off so the first thing she did was try to find a light switch, which wasn't too difficult to locate—and then she moved on to finding the master switch for all of the arcade games, which she found behind the counter near the cash register.

Poking her blonde head out from behind the high counter, Rachel called out to Zack. ❝ I found the power switch. This might be loud. ❞

And then with one flick of the switch, the entirety of the interior lit up with flashing lights of all colors and a cacophony of sounds as all of the games came to life at once.

He stood up with her, stretching as he leaned his hands over the scyte with the weapon resting on his shoulders. The arcade didn't sound like a palce they should go to, with all the security swarming the place. Not to mention people. But at night, it was only the security and hunting them down actually sounded like it could be fun. ----

❝ Alright, let's go then. Lead the way, Ray. ❞

Since he couldn't read street signs and didn't bother to remember the layout of the cities he went to, it was easier to rely on Ray to lead him to specific places. Once they stood in front of the closed arcade, there was only one obstacle keeping them out. The heavy lock on the entrance. Not like doors were that much of an obstacle to them by now.

❝ Step back, I'm gonna smash it !! ❞

Rachel led the way out of their abandoned apartment building and down to the street. Luckily the arcade wasn't too far from where they were staying so after just a short walk and a few turns down nearby alleyways, the two of them arrived. She brought her neutral gaze up to scan the top of the surrounding buildings, looking for cameras but glad to not see any.

❝ Looks like we— Zack, wait! ❞

Before the killer could slash down the door with his scythe, Rachel reached out to grab the hem of his shirt. Though she was still as calm as ever, her voice had risen when she called out to him. ❝ Let me check if there's an alarm system first. We don't want the police showing up while we're here. ❞

Once she was sure he would at least wait a minute or two, the young girl quickly made her way around the side of the building to check for signs of a security system. That was something she had been reading about since Zack broke her out of the hospital, so that the two of them didn't get the cops called on them any time the killer broke down a door. Which was a very frequent occurrence. After a few minutes Rachel reappeared back at the front door, a little out of breath. She knew Zack didn't have the patience to wait very long so she'd worked as fast as possible.

❝ I checked everywhere and I don't think they have an alarm. ❞

And then she stepped back, knowing exactly what would happen next.

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I’ll Have You Know

That I’ve Become INDESTRUCTIBLE

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He took a big, aggressive bite. Breaking the cookie completely in half before tossing the rest into his mouth. While he was chewing, his eyes drifted back to Ray. It was weird how he was able to somewhat gauge her mood even if her face didn't change at all. So he could tell that there was some childish curiosity there. She was still a brat after all, even if she was too smart for her age.

❝ Eh, why the fuck not. Not like we have anything better to do. ❞ He pretended like he didn't care and in truth he honestly couldn't care less. He only agreed to it for Ray's sake. Zack was an adult who didn't need shit he never had in the first place but only because he didn't have those things, didn't mean Ray couldn't.

❝ What do you suggest we do first then? ❞

She was actually surprised that he agreed even if that surprise didn't show on her face. Zack usually grumbled and complained when she suggested things, which was fine because he usually still went along with them anyway. She wondered what he was thinking and what made him agree so easily—but in the end all that mattered was that he said yes and they could experience something new together.

❝ Wherever we go, we have to make sure there's not too many people, ❞ she said, already going through the mental list of places she'd been putting together over the past few months. ❝ There's an arcade not too far away. Birthdays are usually celebrated somewhere like that with a big party of people. ❞

Not that she knew personally, that was something she had learned around the same time as the birthday song. After finishing her cookie, Rachel stood up. They didn't have a large group of extended friends to invite, nor did they need one.

❝ But two people can make a party. ❞

At first it weirded him out. Judging by the face he made, he did not understand how anyone could enjoy this. Or maybe it was just because of how dead she was trying to sing a happy song. He honestly should've expected this. It was so weird that he was grimacing the whole time through, until the very end that is ...

Her smile was dead, it always was. But for some reason it had started looking more alive ever since he busted her out of the loony bin. Not enough to make him wanna kill her, but enough for the killer to notice the change. Like she was satisfied with her life right now.

❝ Well that fucking sucked. ❞ He commented when she was done, looking away to make sure she didn't see his features slipping a bit. They betrayed that he did not hate it as much as he pretended to.

❝ Singing a song with a face like that, you know how creepy that was? Besides --- ❞ He reached for the remaining cookie, breaking it in half and handing her one half of it. ❝ We don't have to do shit like other people. Let's just keep doing whatever we want. ❞

Birthday parties, happy families ... Sure, maybe they never had any of that. But they had each other now.

His over the top reaction to despising the song was exactly what Ray expected but it didn't bother her at all. That's just how Zack was, and that familiarity was comforting. She wondered what he was thinking as he turned his face away but when he held out the other half of the cookie to her, she had some idea.

❝ Thank you, Zack, ❞ she said, reaching out to take the cookie. He was right though—they didn't have to do anything they didn't want to now. As long as the two of them laid low they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Just the two of them, together.

❝ You're right. But even though we don't have to follow traditions– ❞ Ray began, looking back up at him with those empty eyes as she ate her portion. ❝ –do you want to celebrate? ❞

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Late Happy Birthday Zack!

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He had his chin rested on his palm while using the other hand to shove the remains of the cookie into his mouth. Her explanation was basically something he expected but he was a tad surprised that she had never celebrated her birthday either. Thinking back though, her shitty parents probably never bothered. For some reason that pissed him off more than his own shitty parents.

❝ Hah? ❞ --- The question came entirely unexpected, causing him to lift his head and lean his entire upper body back like she had just said words that were contagious. A few blinks followed when missmatched eyes stared into those empty, blue ones.

❝ Don't be ridiculous, I'm not a brat. ❞ Zack waved a hand in dismiss, his words a stark contrast to the bandaged man with cookie crumbs still clinging to the corners of his mouth. When he stare didn't cease, he began to falter a bit.

❝ What? If you wanna do it so badly then knock yourself out I guess ... ❞