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Surrounded by a new scenery, he promises himself that this won't be the same. This will be nothing like living with his father for such a short time. Nothing like going through what he has put the boy through. This would be home. He'd make this home and he wouldn't let anyone ruin that for him. He wouldn't let anyone take that away from him. He could be happy here. "You must be the neighbor. I'm Kieran."
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Head tosses a look of affetion over his shoulder towards the chestnut haired girl as he leaves her side, bag strung across a single shoulder and soles of work boots carry him down the corridors of the high school. Gaze shifting to find the young blonde before him. "Hey Brooke. Ready for halloween?"
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Forest green hues move, feet carrying him down the sidewalk of a new town. A new start away from his old life in Lakewood. Away from the blood that has been spilled upon his own calloused hands. He promised he'd stop. No more death in his new home. No more killing whilst hiding behind a Brandon James mask. He draws a breath, lungs filling with the smell of fresh, clean air and he's not paying attention as he bumps shoulders with the girl. Eyebrows knit in faux concern and he offers a light, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm new here."
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Fingertips move, reaching out to brush gently across the soft, smooth skin of her arm. A light smile traces careful lips and he knows that she will never see the beast he keeps tamed inside of him. He was suppose to be the final surprise but there is no end to this story just yet. Just the closing of a single chapter. The book finally coming to it’s head. Finally showing their isn’t just a certain final girl in it’s previous wake but now there’s two and he knows there’s more involved. More that Piper hadn’t told him about. More than just his own handy work behind the Brandon James mask. “Are you free tonight?”
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Body relaxes muscles as he soaks in the coolness of the lockers through the fabric of the thin shirt that covered him. Head rests gently against the top, almost near the wall with his tall stature and he lets a smile slip on worn, yet soft lips. Light brown locks falling from their natural place, cascading over his forehead like a drape to curtains. “So do you have that history homework figured out?”
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Arm shifts and knuckles brush carefully, lightly across the other’s in a small, sentimental gesture. Lips curve smoothly as forest green irises lock with hers and there’s a sense of calmness mixed with the chaos that storms inside of him. She had opened his eyes to so much. She had taught him ways that he had never imagined could bring such joy and a rush to his being. “Did everything go smoothly?”
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A soft glint takes forest green hues as he sees the brunette walking down the hallway. The good boy attitude with it’s hints of mild darkness takes over his facade and he lets himself lose inside of it. Transforming into the Kieran she knew. The Kieran that hasn’t picked her friends and loved ones off one by one. The Kieran that hadn’t known a thing about Piper before her untimely death. “Hey. You look tired. Did you sleep well?”
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CUE THE LONG DRAG OF HIS CIGARETTE, breathing the smoke off to the side. a nasty habit, he’s surprised that the council hasn’t outlawed it yet - shortening lifespans and the like. that’d be next, he was sure.
❛ you know, i’m just glad that when the sickness swept through the guys that made cigarettes lived. ❜
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A pause and a breath draws between lips at the other’s words, soaking in the ashy smell of nicotine, a smell that’s familiar to him. That draws thoughts and memories of his now gone mother and he offers the other male a nod, a slight tilt of the head towards the cigarette in clasped fingers.
“Won’t argue there. Mind if I get one off you?”
Wondering the streets of a new city as time is only to tell how his masterful plan had panned out back in Lakewood. The sting of losing Piper had wreaked it’s havoc upon his brain once more and digging her up, cutting her body open as if it was nothing more than breaking apart a child’s doll, was almost heart wrenching but it was still under questioning if he even had a heart at all or perhaps there was nothing more than a black mass wear a beat should be. Hands reach, pulling the door open as forest green hues fall upon the girl behind the table. He can practically taste the hidden secrets that lie behind the walls of such a small space and soon, curiosity has swept across gentle, yet worn features. Tongue escapes, wetting lips as he takes her in fully now. “How much for a reading?” He questions smoothly, tone soft yet loud enough to hear and he finds himself not caring if it’s the future or the past she speaks of.
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❛ what? is there something on my face or are you just weird? ❜
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A light chuckle falls from his lips, hands find their comfort spot in the pockets of his brown leather jacket, the one thing he keeps with him from his step-dad now as a sense to remember.
“No. I just thought you were pretty.”
A wicked gleam takes to darkened eyes and he’s almost thankful for the club’s dark lighting. This girl would never know what hit her in the morning if everything went according to plan. Piper had always said this would be better than going to therapy for his problems. However, he’d need to complete his first kill to really feel the rush. To really understand what she meant. Gaze gets caught off guard he’s watching the brunette walk towards him, hips moving in sway to the beat and for a split second he’s entranced by her movements until calloused fingers reach out, catching her arm as his shoulder meets her own. “I am so sorry. I didn’t see you.” Voice trails loud enough for her to hear but it keeps it’s silk-like texture. Lips lose their hints of wickedness and his charm has found it’s way to his features. “Let me buy you a drink to make up for it?”
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❛ jane and I knew each other before, my dad and her uncle were friends – or something. ❜ a very quiet, subtle way of telling him that she’d be watching out for her friend. damaged people find one another, autumn and jane had found each other a long time ago. nothing was ever said, but they knew. and now they watched out for each other in this strange new place.
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No words leave him at first. Instead he’s shrouded in the silence that befalls between them. A light, caring smile etches itself across gentle lips and fingers toy at the loose change in the pockets of his jeans. Within moments a light chuckle escapes him then and he glances downward before returning his forest green gaze to her.
“I promise I won’t treat her badly.”
Steady fingers flip a page n the history book that’s resting upon the desk in front of him. Half of him is bored out of the brilliant mind that he sits with and the other half could only think about a certain part of his life and his next move to continue on the legacy that had been left in Piper’s wake. Gaze shifts as he hears the familiar sway of the blonde heading towards his direction and he raises his head to offer her a light, friendly smile. “Hey Brooke. When’s the next big party?”
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“Hi, I, uh, I’m new in the neighborhood. And where I come from, It’s a tradition to introduce ourselves to our new neighbors, and bring a cake or something, so hi, I’m Kate, I live a couple of houses down.”
A pause follows her words and soft lips offer a gentle smile in return as he lets forest green hues do a once over, politely enough with an nod, hand extending for a friendly shake.
“I think we all are. Newly wed life isn’t as normal as the council tries to make it seem. A cake? That’s generous of you. Nice to meet you. I’m Kieran.”
Lips curl at their smooth edges as forest green hues move to take the other male into view. A free hand reaches up, tracking carefully though chestnut locks as a sigh is ushered and no one will ever know what sinister things those fingers have done. What sinister wishes those lips had spilled. What sinister thoughts had filtered his mind. “Are excited to head to New York?” A pause, voice smooth as silk but it’s edges are rough. Almost as ragged as bark on a tree but he’s had time to perfect his act. His facade has yet to fail him and he will continue this charade until the end has found it’s way to the tip of his hunting blade. “I think we could all use the vacation.”
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“You know, it’s not the end of the world.” Carina wasn’t really one to talk, she already hated it here, hated this town, hated that she had been moved her too early. All of it was her own personal nightmare, she missed her friends, she wanted out. But she plastered a smile on her face, “You should try smiling, it helps.”
Everyone lived in their own little secrets. Everyone basked in their own little light. He was no different. Even as she spoke to him, he knew he had it better than most. This wasn’t his own personal hell. Marriage had never seemed that way to him. He knows this was luxury to him compared to what he was living in. What he saw day to day.
“Is this better? No, I always expected the world to end in fire.”
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Jane is so hyper-sensitive to the presence of another person that she senses Kieran come into the kitchen even before he says anything – and though she hates her body for betraying her like it does, she tenses. Poor guy. Jane can’t help but think he deserves better, somebody who isn’t going to be terrified of him, somebody who’ll love him. Hell, somebody who will ask what he actually wants for dinner before she starts cooking it.
“I– I made chicken pot pie.” She says it without turning, still fixated on the potatoes she’s been peeling for the last five minutes. “And, uh– mashed potatoes. Greens. But I can start over if you want something different.”
Soled shoes carry his body across hard wood flooring, a hand raising to trail through light brown locks as he enters the kitchen. When he sees her, the girl he had been set and married, tense, he couldn’t help but knit his eyebrows together, concern washing soft features as he makes his way into the room. Hand reaching for the fridge door before grabbing a can of soda from it’s shelves, closing it, he turns, looking at her once more and he lets his features soften at her words.
“Homemade?” The question slips at a bit of a surprise he’s not sure how to take this. Not even his mother had homemade meals that didn’t come from a box cloaked in instructions on how to cook it. “No, that sounds really good actually. Do you want something to drink? Soda, water, I think there’s some red wine too.”
