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Vox goes home for Mother’s Day to Visit his mom. It’s the first time since he was picked up again by the Organization that he was able to come back home.

Story below is sad, please refrain if you have lost a mother and are still sensitive about reading this type of content.

Reading time: About 5min 42sec

Word count: 1427

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Killing Me Softly : Author’s Notes

This is inspired by the webcomic Killing Stalking. That being said, this is a special gift for @gentlelewis who introduced me to the series themselves. It inspired me to write something that I hope will turn into a series. Consider this my apologies for not writing the entries I was supposed to be trying to write every Friday. That being said, I also need to reply to our RP Prisonic Fairytale on my Arthur blog too. When that happens, I’m sure it’ll be after this first part is out. Please, enjoy the writing. 

This being said, I should give a general introduction to the character that is being portrayed in such a situation:

Vox Atwater is a genetically enhanced clone that was created in the likeness of the head of Lugus Bionetics. Due to his numerous abilities, he is capable of healing injuries that should originally be considered fatal to others. This makes him a very good foe against Ghost Lewis because he would start trying to find ways around his horrible tactics. Vox would play injured just to make the other think that he was hurt. 

I’m still trying to find an accurate reason as to why he is even there, but I’m thinking it has something to fo with the company. One of the worker’s daughter goes missing, or maybe a patron of the company asks for help finding his estranged daughter. He is dispatched because he’s the one that can seem to get people talking much easier than other people at the organization. 

Vox get’s caught trying to save the girl and is nearly killed by Lewis, but because of his healing factor, the two get into an all out fight where Vox finds out that Lewis isn’t exactly human. Unfortunately, he is unable to save the daughter and is instead stuck suffering with Lewis. This causes a lot of tension between the two of them and Lewis is forced to try and find ways to break the other which is difficult on it’s own.

I really do hope I keep up with this. That being said, I might put this on some kind of story writing site at some point.

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Prologue: Subject 00

ENTRY 00

The subject seems to be content. His mental and physical appearance seems to be completely intact and fully functional. For the sake of these entries, I will refer to the subject as 00. 

Subject 00 is male, young in appearance, possibly the age of eleven or twelve. He is disheveled in appearance but has a decently strong physique for his age. He has white hair and green eyes. Subject’s eyes seem to change color from green to teal depending on the weather and his mood. He appears to be caucasian and holds no particular accent. He seems to know English, but also speaks Spanish to some extent. He also has pointed out a few other languages, such as Japanese and French.

Subject calls himself Vox Atwater but shows no complete genes to make himself human. 00 seems to also hold some physical qualities of the head of  Lugus Bionetics, the company that I work for. With more time, I may be able to find the proof linking the two of them together. For the time being, I will continue to study the subject.

ENTRY 02

Subject 00 has currently moved in with me. He seems to be comfortable, but still wary of me being close. For the most part, he has eaten a total of two times since I’ve been in his presence, but he keeps watching me as if I’m possibly doing something wrong. 00 is a strange boy as he tends to speak in mixed languages, perhaps to throw me off? I’m not sure. He speaks perfect English when asking for things, but when I ask him questions about his life, he immediately changes languages or muddles two or three of them together so I can’t understand what he’s saying. It seems he doesn’t want to talk to me about life before moving in. I’ll work on that.

After doing an initial check up, our subject seems to be in decent health. His weight is low for his age, but that is expected when you have been living off of the land. He has yet to tell me how long he has been homeless. I will have to work on that as well. I’m sure he’ll tell me with time.

The older male closed his journal as he groaned, looking across the table at the boy who was quietly eating his lunch. He didn’t like to think of him as a subject, but the company didn’t want him gaining any attachments. He still had to get the info from the lab about who this kid was, but he hated the thought of being seen like this. Not even the head of the company or his son had seen him since he’d been diagnosed. He hated going out but also hated staying in. He figured that coming to terms with having this child here in the house would let him cope with that, but he still didn’t like it.

“Hey, kid. You want ice cream?” He inquired.

The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, please.”

“Seems you know more English than you first lead on. You a Con artist?”

“My friend used to call me Foxy” He commented. 

“Foxy, eh?” He smiled before snuffing out his cigarette. “Well, kid. Let’s get going,” got up, offering him a hand.

The small boy took a moment before taking his hand and getting down so the two of them could get some food.

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Aftermath:Restrained

“Father? It’s me. Do you remember the last time we talked?”

“I don’t.”

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Authors Notes: 

THE ORGANIZATION

Just as the title states, this particular company is unknown to many. Under the cover of a Pharmaceutical company, Lugus Bionetics, The Organization is able to get private funding for their research on cloning. This organization has also been known to create other medical items for the sake of keeping their cover as they work year-round. The testing of Clones has been going on for more than seven years. All ANATHEMAS that had been created over the years have been placed in a location known asThe Bin

THE BIN

This is the place where Lugus Bionetics throw their failed clones. These clones harbor no looks to the Organization’s Founder. They are all disfigured or dismembered in some way shape or form. Only one has been capable of a complete stable form and that is Vox. More often than not, Anathemas are seeking out parts to complete themselves. They will often rip one another apart to complete their bodies if they are not complete. The Organization also uses this place to dispose of their enemies.

ANATHEMAS

Anathemas are the creatures known as failures to Lugus Bionetics. These failures are often broken down into categories by the other scientists. Anathemas act in unusual manners, some being childish and others becoming violent when in the sight of others. Vox could be considered one, but he has been capable of keeping a stable form and his own mentality. This sets him in the category of Abomination. The Anathemas usually leave him alone as he is considered a higher ranking than them. (In the Freedom!AU it is revealed that they often ignore him due to the fact that he is genetically equal to them in many ways. Their genetics are so close, even though he has more self-awareness, that they believe he is a more powerful version of them and choose to leave him alone).

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To Dad

There had been a thousand letters he’d send time and time again. He had never once gotten a reply back and he knew why. He knew there was nothing left. Still, he walked to the old lot every day to leave a letter. It was silly to think that the people you hold close would stick around forever…but the people here….

The people here were family.

Charles, Jeremy, Fritz, Al, even Richard had become a friend to him. Even so, he stared on at ths place as if it was still there. He knew it was gone, but every time he came here, the memories flooded in.

He would come in wearing his little security guard hat and had that stupid grin on his face when he would come to see Charles during the day…or to watch Fritz play the arcade games and win him things in the prize corner…Jeremy taking time to come and visit him or babysit him when his parents were working and his God father couldn’t watch him.

Richard didn’t attempt to approach him until after his dad’s surgery. The two would talk from time to time, leaving him to listen to the old stories of his father. It made him happy. Then there was his friend, Gabriel. Gabriel was like a guiding Saint to the boy since he was small. He looked up to Gabriel as a role model. Both for his stand on religion and the way he viewed everything. It was so clear for him…

Kneeling down, Colin fidgetied with his father’s old zippo in his hand as he set down the letter with a can of beer beside it. All it said on the front was ‘Dad’.

'Dear Dad, It’s been another long day since I wrote you…how are you and mom? Good I hope…I know you probably won’t read these, but my therapist thought it would be a good way to cope with my loss. Papa Kore and Papa Dane have been taking really good care of me. We went on Vacation last weekend, but I already told you about that…’

Colin took in a shaking breath as he stood again, stuffing his hands into his pockets. To look at the lack of love here…it hurt. He and Kore seemed to come by here often to clean the old lot. No one ever bought it because of the stories and horror tales about it…

'I learned Papa Dane isn’t s big of a handy man as you and momma were…he seems to do things in a fasion that it gets done, but I can see the things that need fixing before he can sometimes…maybe I got that from you?’

The memories of his family were faded. It had been so long, but the fire remained in the forefront of his mind for a very long time. He was hurting, scared…and he remembered feeling nothing when he’d heard about his mother…then, his dad… Kore and Dane had found him on the roof that night, not planning, but just…sitting there, staring out into the night.

He stopped eating, sleeping…his grades were slipping and he had no will to do the things he loved anymore. He wanted to quit, give up everything, but when he was asked if his parents would have given up, Dane reminded him that he can’t make them sad just because their dead…they were still watching over him.

'Papa Dane told me once that I had to keep pushing because you guys are still watching over me…and I don’t want you to see me fall again. Even though I know you’re there to pick me up…I want to step into those gates and hear you say “I’m proud of you, son.” When I get there.

Anyway, sorry this one is so short. I told momma you said hi, but I’m sure you two talk a lot…anyway, I won’t keep you. I’m sure you’re up to something.

Stay safe, Dad Colin Schmidt.

P.S. I was thinking about working on cars…what do you think?’

After a few shed tears and collecting his thoughts, Colin turned away from the old lot, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. A cool summer breeze brushed past him, the scent of cigarettes drifting past him along with what felt like a pat on the shoulder…

They would always be with him…and he would never forget them.

————— Author’s Note: I originally submitted this to @ask-the-nightshift / @inverted-mind-inc as Colin. I wanted to post it here as well

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Confrontation II

//Art in read more by @inverted-mind-inc//

There was a cry of pain and the clatter of steel chairs scraping linoleum before everything faded to black. For mere moments, Braxton was stunned by the other as they hit the ground, the hand still securely wrapped around his neck as he tried to struggle from the hold. He kicked the ground as he tried to get the other to let go, his hands firm against the ones wrapped tight around his neck.

Jade eyes rolled back into view to stare at what seemed like static in his blurry vision, but his smile was very obvious...he was enjoying this...he was really enjoying this moment, relishing in it. He whimpered and reached out to try and scratch at his attacker, but he simply leaned back, putting more pressure on his neck. He let out a weak gasp as his hands seemed to tremble and falter. His sight went hazy for a moment longer as his legs stopped kicking, the strength leaving him with every breath.

“What’s the matter, little tiger? Getting tired?” His grin faded a bit as he finally let go, “We have a little more than forty-five minutes of play time...I want to get my worth of it.”

He watched Braxton roll over, gasping and coughing as the color returned to his pale face. He crawled away slightly, gripping his throat as he watched the other, a soft whimper escaping him. He had never been so terrified of the other as he was now. The way they seemed so...menacing as their caramel eyes seemed to glow in the room. He tried to back away more only to hit the back of a chair, the noise making him jump before turning his head slightly.

They still hadn’t moved. . . was it really that close to midnight already? He had no time to fight with the other like this. . . he had to get to the office.

Quickly did he stand, watching him nervously. He had to maneuver around him. . . but how? He was cornered and wasn’t able to immediately get around him. He felt the panic rise as he looked around himself, his breaths short as he tried to rush around him only to be thrown back against the wall and pinned. He smiled, showing his amusement, a wide grin creeping across his lips once more.

“Don’t be so afraid, Braxton. . . .” He gripped his throat once more, applying more pressure than the last time he cried out as he tried to get out of the hold with no luck.

He felt him holding tight to the carotid arteries that were there, leaving him lightheaded. The other chuckled, causing the choked guard to smile a little, unsure why he was. There was a long pause as the two chuckled for a bit until the taller changed his hold, causing Braxton to cough. He struggled to try and get out of the hold with no luck as panic rose in his chest suddenly. There was a crack that he heard in the back of his head before blood began to follow with his coughs.

It didn’t take long for him to try and fight again only to have his head slammed into the wall behind him. A weak whimper escaped him as he slowly began to lose his consciousness again.

“Time to say good night, my sweet tiger. . . I’ll be sure to remember your screams. . .”

She sighed as she entered the Pizzeria once more for her shift as she so often did around this time. Amber eyes checked around the front to find Braxton’s car was still on the lot. It was strange to her because the head guard wasn’t suppose to be in that night. She was expecting to see Jeremy’s little rundown car instead. He did mention having a project he needed to complete and the due date was very close. 

She shrugged it off, going into her pocket to get her keys, she opened the door as she hummed a tune. She put them back into her pocket before rounding the corner to the main party room only to find the still body of the night guard hanging from the ceiling. She covered her mouth before a scream ripped from her very being.

The figure dangled, remaining still. He was wearing his Fazbear uniform, stained violet with his blood. It appeared to have stopped hours ago and just dried. Ebony locks fell over his now pale, lifeless face as he slowly seemed to spin on his own. He circled to face her one final time eyes wide open with fear. . . almost betrayal.

It was a dark day for the Pizzeria. Braxton had been with the company for years now it seemed....and in one night, he was gone. . . Asley was quiet as the police and paramedics came on scene with her boss and a few of the other crew who were called in. They had to find this killer. . . and soon. Too many innocent lives were at hand. . .

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Violet Night pt. 2

My feet kept moving, eyes focused forward as I could hear the other cursing after me and the sound of his feet. He was already recovered? Must’ve been the adrenaline. I know I had a pretty good amount of it myself. I reached the turn to my old home and rounded the corner, cutting across the street to the other side of the road. I kept running, eyes focused on the road ahead as I saw my old house ahead of me.

Smiling, I looked back only to find the violet figure still hot on my tail. I wasn’t going to be able to get anyone’s attention from in the house with this guy following me so close. I would have to take another route out of danger or I could put them in danger as well. On quick thoughts, I decided that jumping the fences would be a wiser idea, maybe even slow the guy down. I knew he was older than me, and something like this could possibly wear him out, so I decided that this was the best course of action.

Rounding the corner to the back of the house, I watched him continue to give chase. I jumped, clearing the first fence with ease. I could hear him behind me, a light rattle of the fence, but that was all. I didn’t look back. The other fence was just before me and I had to keep clearing them to keep our distance decent. He seemed to have a bit of trouble, but it didn’t last for long enough for me to take a decent breather. I tried to keep panicked breaths even before I took in a deep breath, clearing the second and rounding the pool in the back yard, still, he kept chase. 

What the hell was this guys problem anyway?!

As I continued to run, the fences ended after one good climb and safe roll before I broke out into a run again. As I kept moving I could hear him behind me saying something, but I was too busy trying to stay alive to hear it. My feet kept moving and my eyes stayed forward, trying to keep my cool so I didn’t panic at the worst time. I knew where I could head him off, but it was an uphill run. If I didn’t pace myself, I’d never make it. 

As the chase continued, I kept my eyes forward, only looking back once to see the man taking long strides after me, almost mocking. I had to admit....for looking older than me, the bastard had a lot of stamina and because of his stature he could keep up with me pretty easily. I didn’t want to rush, but speed walking would get me caught. I kept moving only to be grabbed by my bag once more. My eyes widened as I stumbled back, a hand clasping over my mouth and another hand around my waist. I shifted in the grasp this time, unable to free myself. 

“Don’t worry...” The voice was almost just above a whisper. “You’ll feel no more pain after today...”

Everything went black.

I felt a light shake on my shoulder and my eyes snapped open, skin sticky with sweat as I pushed myself against the cool wall behind me. I was greeted with my girlfriend, watching me with confusion as I stared at her.

“Are you okay? You were whimpering in your sleep” Her voice was soft with confusion.

“Huh...? Uh...Yeah...Yeah...I-I’m good...”

“You must’ve had some dream. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah...I’m...gonna go to the bathroom...” 

I got up and said nothing. I couldn’t believe the dream I had just had...what the hell did it mean? Why did it even exist...

Maybe I should stop watching all those youtubers play horror games before bed...

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Confrontation

“But your heart still beats that black tar blood of yours, infecting every inch of your body with the sin you’ve committed. And as much as you try to hide and scrub at it, that stain on your soul will never be removed… It will only keep spreading should you make the grave mistake of feeding its gluttonous hunger.”

The words were like daggers in his chest as he listened to his friend’s words. Caramel stared into jade as the Chinese guard stood in the path to his exit. There was no expression on his face as he listened to his words, the very words he was trying to choose not to believe...The words that would remind him of what he did.

He knew there was a witness....

He knew that witness was also too afraid to report him.

“You say these things...but you’re just a guilty now...aren’t you? Almost like my accomplice~” He let a chuckle escape his lips that slowly rose to to a fit of laughter. 

The head of security grew quiet as he listened to him laugh, almost mortified of the lack of feelings that were shown in those eyes...why was he so afraid of him? Why did he fear this man?

The two of them had been speaking since the pizzeria had closed for the night...

One hour before the animatronics would come to life.

The tan skinned mechanic shifted and smiled as he watched the fair skinned guard standing across from him as his fit of laughter finally died out. Sharp caramel eyes glared at jade as he seemed to shorten the distance between the two of them in a few quick steps. He towered over the security guard by a few inches, leaning down slightly as he rested beside his ear.

“You have some nerve trying to threaten me, Braxton...or...should I call you Mingyu?” The guard gasped slightly. “Yes, I know your name...I know everything about you...after all, if it wasn’t for my father...you wouldn’t have even been able to keep this piece of shit job.” He looked over at him slightly. “What are you going to say now, Mingyu....?”

“I-I....!” He opened and closed his mouth, unable to say anything. The mechanic had managed to silence him completely. 

“Hah...as expected...I always thought a cat had your tongue....pathetic...”

Mingyu looked away in silence as the other watched him carefully.

“Oh...what’s the matter...? Can’t speak? To scared?” He grinned. “How sad...So...so sad...” He pulled away and watched him slightly. “You know what this means, right?” the guard looked up at him as he stared at that Cheshire like grin. “It means game over, Braxton...But don’t worry...all of your favorite readers will know that you never would do wrong...”

He opened his mouth before he was seized by the throat, gasping for air as the a low chuckle rumbled in the mechanic’s chest before he looked up slowly. “Don’t worry my precious tiger...I will make sure your paws make the most delectable soup~” There was a cry of pain and the clatter of steel chairs scraping linoleum before everything faded to black.

Author’s Notes:

Thank you for sticking with this crazy AU in the random parts I put out. Um, I wanted to thank tedizleader for her quote at the beginning of this confrontation~ Thanks Teddy! I appreciate that~

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Demon In My View

Art by: illogicalvoid​

“Your intuition suggests something isn’t right but you’re not sure what it is. It is not until the aftermath that you can see clearly and you realize that true life can be more terrifying than a horror movie, that monsters are real and evil prays on the innocent...”

-unknown

I had a conversation with a coworker today...it was both unusual and foreign. I didn’t know why, but there was something about him that was different...far different than most. He had always had that energy about him that I felt every time I would go near him...I don’t know what it is...but I still get nervous since last night.

He had light brown hair and dark skin with unusually white eyes as he looked out to the empty parking lot of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. There was a flick of a lighter, an orange glow cutting the darkness that fell over the other’s face. He was an attractive security guard....though I wasn’t interested in men in that way. He was just a good looking man.

Why he worked at Freddy’s was beyond me. . .

I was waiting for my ride to come and pick me up. . . and it seemed like he was either waiting for Night shift or for a ride as well...

“Quite a long night, hmm?”

His voice made me tense, having not expected the other to start talking to me. I shifted as I sat down on the curb as I so often did every night, watching the moon as it slowly ascended into the darkening sky. I didn’t really want to leave him sitting there waiting for me to answer, but I didn’t really talk to most of the crew much save for Skott about the schedule...or Mike from time to time when the new horror movies came out. I looked up at him as eyes seemed to glow with the full moon’s rise, leaving my heart to leap into my throat before I looked down to fiddle with my phone. 

“Well, that last minute group didn’t help my cleaning. I should have been out of here by now” I grumbled. 

I could hear him chuckle before the soft crackle of the paper burning from the cigarette reached my ears. I always found the sound comforting since my mom smoked so often when I was a kid. I close my eyes as I hear his work shoes shift on the cement of the walk way. He seemed content with my answer at the very least...There was another extended silence before I spoke up, looking up at him.

“So, what are you still doing here? I mean...your shift is over, right?” I inquired.

“It is. Thought I would wait for your ride to get here...you know...partner system” He waved a hand in the air, a silver strand of smoke following the lit cigarette. “I’m not heartless enough to leave a girl alone out here.”

It was a kind gesture to say the very least. Most of the other guards would have just left me here by myself. I shifted and looked at the ground and the faded yellow paint of the fire line. It was another awkward silence before I heard the other exhale another cloud of smoke.

“So...You’ve been here for what? A year now?”

“Give or take a few days” I chimed. 

“Did you ever hear the old ghost stories about this place...? They say it’s cursed.” He looked over at me in the dark. His eyes seemed to glow in the lunar light as it hit his skin.

“You mean about the animatronics? Do you believe that stuff?” I gave a chuckle, though it was very obvious that the thought made me nervous...dead children stuffed in suits haunting the Pizzeria at night....Perfect horror attraction right there...

“If only you knew” His smile seemed to widen. “Some say the killer was never caught...that the poor sap is still in the Pizzeria to this day.” He looked back at the store before taking another drag of his cigarette. “Think it’s true...?”

“Not a chance.” It was an abrupt answer from me. I’m not very fond of the Horror genre like my girlfriend is... “It’s just some myth the older people use to scare the newbies like me” I look over.

“Pretty girl like you doesn’t need a job like this. You could get into modeling or something.” He chimed as the smoke passed through his nose and lips, oozing out like a dragon about to breath fire.

“I don’t think I’m that pretty. Thanks though.” He chuckled before he looked back up at the sky.

Victor was a wild card. Unlike Jeremy and the others, which I could partially read....Victor was unreadable. He was an unusual man with a bit of an accent...Russian probably. He seemed like a nice guy to say the least. Everyone liked him...and no one ever had many issues with him.

He was a hard worker and kids seemed to adore him for his bigger size and all around friendly nature. Hell, the guy made my heart skip a beat the first time he spoke to me which wasn’t an often thing. I looked down to my phone again as it beeped. 

[Text]:  ru͡n҉ ̴̡a̷͘͜w̴̴͝ay

[Text]:  RU̸͠N̵̸ ̡͘͢AW̴͠A͢Y

It was midnight....

the messages didn’t stop, they just kept coming through, the next more encrypted than the last. 

What was going on? 

It wasn’t until they slowed down that the last message was readable.

[Text]:  L̕o͞o͞k͡ ͘behi̢ǹd͜ you.

My breath was caught in my throat as I slowly turned to the side, eyes slowly taking in the sight of violet as my eyes trailed up the form beside me. As I continued, the more horrified I was. His hands and clothes were covered in blood....On his face was a lone splatter of sanguine...while his eyes...were pitch black, a white pin prick where his iris should have been was staring right at me. 

Hands reached out slowly.

“W҉h̵̕͢a̡t͜'͟s̷̨ ̷͝t̴́h̀̀͟e ̵̨m̴̷͞a̛̕t͏t͢ȩ̡͢r҉̡͡?̡ ̴͘A͠r͜͝e͘͜͢ ̴y̵o͠͡ư͞ ̴̀͜şç͠ą͜re̸͟͢d̴͡?҉ “

 There was a shout and eyes shot opened as a car horn honked not too far away from me. I was sitting on the side of the road, not too far from home. 

Was I asleep? 

When did I start walking?

I didn’t remember....

Looking at my phone, I frowned...no messages...save for one...

[Text]: It’s dangerous to go alone. Check your bag.

Slowly did my hands reach into my bag as I rummaged through it while heading to my roommate’s car. I got in and felt something cool against my hand. Confusion was written on my face as I pulled out a pocket knife. 

It felt worn in my hand, obviously handled often. My friend commented on it, asking if a friend let me borrow it. I nodded, not wanting to alarm him or my girlfriend in the backseat...

The rest of my night was restless...Who had I really talked to?

I went into work the next day, still confused about who and what I saw the night before...one thing was for certain though...Victor couldn’t stop smiling at me the entire day...

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22nd Street

//Made reblog-able by request of yaschiri!//

His feet hit the pavement noisily, the sound of his pants clattering against his legs as he continued toward the corner. His chest was light almost as if he wasn’t even breathing…weightless. The sound of his own breath was foreign to his ears as he rounded the corner and his body jerked to a halt, his chest growing heavy and his stomach sick. He swore that he could smell burning flesh among the wreck before himself… but what wounded him more were the people surrounding it, screaming and sobbing. He stumbled forward toward the wreck and was held back quickly by bystanders when the burning hand reached from the wreckage.

He never remembered screaming, just the air escaping his lungs as the car exploded. He never remembered the blood that streaked his tanned cheek and his clothed side… he never remembered any of it but the sound of something that wasn’t his… the sound of flesh hitting the untainted tar streets before himself, and the flashing memories of what he’d thought was finally going to be the end of his miserable life on this terrible street. Even then, as he lay in his hospital bed, he asked and asked… where was Haisen and if he was coming to pick him up soon.

No one had the heart to tell him about the other boy.

Not one soul.

Chapter One:

It was the beginning of the day, and like any other morning, he found himself in the back of the bus listening to pointless conversations about the homecoming dance and who was the hottest jock on the football team; The usual when you rode the bus to Jackdale High school in the morning. He looked out the window, the sound of smooth Celtic music blessing his ears from the cursed noise outside of the confines of his soundproof headphones. He closed his eyes, picturing something new, a different place far from the city limits of Jackdale and the Mad Jackal… somewhere more peaceful and less stressful, like a small country home where there was nothing but fields of flowers and wheat. But he was knocked out his revelations by the sudden pain of a pointed tip to a ball striking his gut, his headphones falling around his neck as he jerked forward.

The damp smell of old leather and sweat filled his senses, destroying his thoughts and breaking his vision as he’d created it. He paused and frowned as his frustrated sigh was drowned out by the roaring laughter of the Letterman Jocks and their Cheer-leading girlfriends as he picked up the oblong shaped ball. He examined it before looking back at the Jocks at the front of the bus, his gray eyes still dazed from the initial strike and the shock from it even being thrown at him. Some people just never recalled the one kid in the back seats that no one liked… did they?

“Hey Arsenic, throw it back here!” One of the jocks called, holding his hands over his head as the others looked at him.

“…” He stared at the football as the bus came to a stop his eyes now sparked with irritation as he got up and began to exit the bus, “First of all, my name is Alec, not Arsenic. Do I look like a pyromaniac to you in the slightest?” he shoved the ball into the jock’s chest, “If you look at the ordeal from a logical manner, I do not drink, I don’t suffer from over stress, and I do not find satisfaction in burning things down! Now if you want to throw your damn ball around, do it on the field.” As he stepped off however, he looked back, “And by the way, my stomach is not a target for your damn…”

That’s when it hit him, a horrifyingly sick feeling as the contents of his morning breakfast spilled over the school pavement and another sickening feeling rang in his ear as he was pinned against the school bus by four of the football team members. He struggled, but every time he did there was another jolt… and another, until he tasted a heavy, and bitter dose of copper on his lips, forgetting that he was even held down anymore. They just roared with laughter until a white figure emerged from a small group of students that were watching on in awe. His vision was blurry until the jock reared his fist back for another strike and was stopped by the gray haired figure, his dark eyes staring calmly at the other male before jerking him to a holding position.

Alec stared on for a moment, forgetting that he was bleeding from his nose, his mouth, or fresh cut on his lip; Just looking at the beautiful figure draped in white. He continued to watch as he proceeded to strike at the jock, drawing no blood, simply striking from place to place, dropping him to his knees until he was face first on the pavement. The smell of vomit still lingering in the air as the jock landed face first into it, freaking out as the contents mingled with his gelled spiky hair. The gray haired male spoke for the first time, his voice melodious to the black haired teen.

“I hope you’re quite done with this display… because I’ll be more than happy to finish it again for you if you’d like.”

“Get off you crazy freak!”

“You caused it so you’re paying for the consequence you know… so until you can apologize for what you caused, you will suffer forever in the smell of the contents that you spilled. I can sit here all day if you’d prefer it.”

“…” The voice was small, so quiet that Alec couldn’t hear it at first.

“I’m sorry, repeat that so he can hear it.”

“I said I’m sorry, damn it! Now let me up!”

Hoisting the jock up by the collar of his shirt, he looked at him, his eyes dead for a moment before filling with concern as the other jocks released the black haired teen from their grasps to aid their fallen comrade, “Are you alright?”

“I am now… thank you.” The ebony haired male smiled as he looked at the figure in white, “Do I know you…?” he squinted his gray eyes at the gray haired figure before those deep eyes entrapped him again.

“My name is Haisen… pleasure to meet you, Alec.”

Before he could ask another question, the white clad figure was walking away into the crowd of students that had now gathered in front of the bus. Some of them looked at him like he was a freak, some kind of monster as the blood dripped from his busted nose and lip. Then the the school bell rang out noisily, snapping his attention up toward the school and causing the crowd to disperse and rush toward the school. Homeroom would be starting soon and he hadn’t even gone to his locker quite yet. Picking up his backpack he rushed toward the school, trying to cover up the bloody mess as he went to the restroom.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his gray eyes tired and distant as he looked at the blood trickle down his neck, vanishing under the large collar of his shirt and trailing the length of his collar bone. He shivered as it ran its course down his slim frame and stopped at the bellybutton, finding home in it’s curve as Alec began to unbutton the troublesome swallow tail top. He could swear that looking at it, it looked like an infectious lump on his abdomen, but he knew better than that in the slightest. He sighed and began to clean the mess and hurried to homeroom in time to inform the teacher that he was present and to be laughed at by the rest of the class.

“So glad of you to join us, Mr. Voss.” the teacher looked over his shoulder calmly, “Now what is your excuse today, hmmm?”

“Sorry Mr. Swart” The black haired teen had suddenly noticed the class staring at him, “I really had to use the restroom, the bathroom at home is being worked on.”

There was a sudden roar of laughter, the one thing he was good at doing, “Is that so? Well then…perhaps you should ask a friend to use their restroom next time so you’re not late to your homeroom again? One more strike”

“Understood, sir… but I—” Instead of listening to him, he continued role call and ignored him, “I don’t have any friends near me…” He finished his thought as he put his head down on the table and putting on his headphones.

The day seemed to go just as slow as his ride to school as students whispered about the fight that morning. He recalled seeing a few of his teachers just watching the fight instead of physically doing something about the abusive jock. He was starting to remember again why he hated this place so much as he lifted his head to find one of his friends trying to pick up her books as they were pushed away from her. He watched the jocks take her glasses and watch her fumble around looking for her books, bag, and now her glasses. He frowned as he made his way over, his eyes sharp and filled with intent.

“Knock it off Breniman!” He snapped as he swiped the glasses from the jock’s face, “You know Kal can’t see!”

“Aww, looks like lover boy comes to her rescue again. Oh wait, I forgot… Alec is gay.”

“And that’s a problem? I’m sure that if I wanted to I could get more pussy in a week than you do in a year.”

“Yeah from your mom!” The roaring laughter started up again as the tanned student frowned.

“I’ve told you Breniman… don’t bring my mother into these fights.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still trying to figure out why a MILF like her could raise such a disturbed kid.”

“…” he started to say something but turned to the blind girl and put the glasses back in her hands.

“Oh… oh man… thanks Al” she smiled as she put her large glasses back on.

“Alec… please, for the love of god, stop calling me Al.” The tanned student rubbed the back of his neck.

Kal was a girl with some sort of spunk that was hard to understand unless you were friends with her. She had short, messy, black hair and these dark chocolate brown eyes that were hard not to stare into. Her shoulders were exposed from under the puffy gray vest that hid her chest, her rather baggy gray pants dragging the floor, tearing them unintentionally. She shuffled and smiled after she fixed her glasses to her face, pushing them off of the brim of her nose before smiling at the older student.

“You alright Kalintz?” Alec asked calmly.

“Yeah, could be worse I could be laying in a hospital bed in a coma~” She sang and laughed.

“Better than here. I’d love to get stuck in a place like ‘The World’” Alec sighed silently

“Aww, you poor soul” she pat his head as she picked up the rest of her books and shoved them into her backpack before she put her hands behind her head, the vest tightening around her breasts slightly and making the junior blush slightly.

[virtuoso-writing]

Violet Night pt. 1

//Hello! I wanted to write an author’s note before I began writing because it was very important. This story is based off of a dream I recently had. It’s one of those things where it’s there and I want to use it for something because it really actually scared me a little. The Purple Guy used for this particular story is based off of Richard the Purple Man by inverted-mind-inc/ ask-the-nightshift. I might write more installments of this if I feel that it’s getting enough attention. So I would suggest hoping for more in the future.// -CEO

The air was thick as I made my way home from a friend’s house. Usually, after recording, she would drive me home…tonight, her car was down and my back up was out of town. I tried to call for a taxi, but it would be a whole three hours before I would get that ride. I sighed and shrugged it off. I figured that walking wouldn’t be that bad.

The once bustling streets fell silenced in the black of night. The only sounds coming from the nearby metal factory that I passed on the way home. I could feel someone following behind me. I assumed it was one of the drunks or something wandering around at night asking for change. I had my knife in the palm of my hand as I walked. Something still felt off.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose in alert as I saw something purple out of the corner of my eyes. It was only for a moment and it was gone before I could even register what it was. Still, I tried to remain calm. Freaking out now would lead to me getting hurt over nothing. Brushing ebony locks out of my face, I tried to shrug off my suspicions and keep going. I reached back into my pocket and held my girlfriend’s knife firm in my closed fist. It was the most intense moment I had all week.

It wasn’t until I felt the soft breath of a whisper on the back of my neck that I shuddered. Looking back I met with eyes of pitch black, a small glint of white that should be where the pupils were. His body loomed over mine, his shoulder almost brushing against my ear. “What’s a girl like you doing out like this? It’s dangerous you know? Don’t worry, I can protect you”

His words send a chill down my spine. I shiver and pull away from him, making some distance between the two of us. As I stared at the guy, he was staring on at me. It felt like he was either gauging if I would run or if I would fight back. He must’ve known that I was going to do one or the other because my hand stayed in my pocket. “Uh….N-No thanks. See, I don’t live that far away. Pretty sure I’ll be okay.” I took another large step back, making more distance between the two of us.

My heart was crashing against my chest as he took a step toward me, our distance cut in half with one smooth motion. We stood like that for a second before I turned on my canvas sneakers and broke into a run. I could hear the sound of the pebbles grind under the man’s shoes as he took chase after me.

My feet hit the ground as I kept my eyes toward the little sign of the corner store that was part of my childhood. If I could get there, I could avoid the guy by calling for help, or use some of the shortcuts that my cousins taught me. My thoughts were cut short as the bag I was wearing was hulled back, taking me with it.

I hit the back of my head on pavement and the world swam as the figure in purple loomed over me. He seemed to smile at me in amusement as he reached out to pull me back to my feet. I swung at him, but that only made the smile fade, a frown taking it’s place as he reached his large hands out and around my neck. My eyes widen as I try to breath, suffocating from the lack of oxygen as everything began growing darker.

I had to break free, but how?

I remembered that the center of a person’s weight was their waist. So, I brought my foot out, digging in as I tried to push him back. This resulted in my head being knocked against the concrete again, blurring my vision. I was in a frenzy, but I had one more option. When in danger, take the low road.

I brought my foot back and thrust it out at the man’s groin, earning a groan of pain from him as he let go of my neck. It took me a moment, but I finally got to my feet, breaking back out into a run for the familiar safe haven that I called home. I heard the man yell something at me, but I didn’t bother to look back, I just kept going. My chest was starting to burn and my legs were going weak, but I had to keep moving if I didn’t want to die. Let alone get caught up in whatever this guy was dealing with.