intruder alert ((open))

[bellatrix]

It wasn't that I particularly liked the zombies that hung around here. And I defintely wasn't out looking for them to torture, or anything. That was sort of sick. I've never liked bullies, they're just the chubby toddlers who take their pain out on the ones who never got thin. Or the ones who'd secretly love to learn the rules of D&D kicking nerds into the pavement.

Somebody told me once that the most vehemently homophobic people are gay themselves. It doesn't really help when they punch you in the face, but it did make me wonder. Were all the idiots poking fun at the 'wormburgers' wishing they were one of them? Wishing someone they knew was one of them? Somebody who died a little bit too late?

I shook my head. Thoughts like that weren't going to help in any way. I was trying to escape my shrink, actually. She meant well, but she was a bit useless. I fingered the lighter in my pocket, held it out in front of my face. I wasn't strictly allowed any sort of flammable object on my person, since I was pegged as a little firebug, but lighters were easy to nick off chain smokers. This one was proper posh, all silver detailing and black casing.

There was a shuffling behind me, somebody shifting the dumpsters. My thumb flicked the little wheel, sending a flare of light into the place. God, I thought. Can't even skip out on psychoanalysis in peace. What a crap day.

I didn't want to say something as horror move worthy as 'Who's there?' or 'Johnny, is that you?'. So I settled for "Try not to trip. There's a lot of crap on the ground." Not that they needed the advice if they lived here, but never let it be said that Lex Fielding wasn't friendly.

[summerstorm]

HOW CAN I DECIDE WHAT'S RIGHT
WHEN YOUR CLOUDING UP MY MIND

Cold. Dark. Hell.

Yeah, okay, honestly I didn't really know why I was here. I was being completely ridiculous. But seriously, where else was I supposed to go? School was something I couldn't face right now. Seeing as everyone had witnessed me dying on the hallway floor a few days ago was definitely not any type of motivation for me to go back. At clenched my jaw shut, trying to clear the thoughts that clouded up my mind. God dammit, this is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

Try not to trip. There's a lot of crap on the ground.

A voice seemed to echo through the alleyway as I saw a flicker of light from a small flame. I bit my lip, confused. This person was most definitely human. I shook my head slightly to myself, wondering who had the audacity to even come in here, let alone speak with a lighter in hand to light the way.

I mean, the closest any human got to the alley was right at the edge of the sidewalk, but they never risked getting closer. Normally they would stay there and yell a profanity that I really never intended on listening to. Yes, the bullies still picked on other kids. Some things never changed, I suppose.

I took a deep breath, coughing a dry, hoarse cough as I did so, the dust in the alley scratching at my throat. My hand reached up to my chest, touching it briefly, face wincing in pain. Oh yeah, I probably forgot to mention there is a disgusting hole in my chest.

Then again, there was a lot that had changed.

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[bellatrix]

It was ridiculously stupid, but the fact that the zombie I heard was a girl completely didn't cross my mind. I don't think that was a sexist thing, just...I suppose I didn't picture female zombies in my mind. Odd, but nothing I couldn't get over.

I looked her up and down. She must have thought I was a complete idiot, or checking her out, but I wasn't either. The lighter lit up my face spookily, but I doubt it scared her. I thought I recognised her, but I was crap with names. Anything beyond my family, I forget it in seconds. Yeah, It's ridiculous. And a crying shame, I have such a hard past, et cetera. I really hated those kids who cried about hard childhoods.

There were people wandering around somewhere between dead or alive, and you're whining about arguing with your mummy and daddy? Jesus. Some people needed to get a life.

I rubbed at my eyes, but lowered my hand quickly. Hopefully she wouldn't comment, because explaining severe insomnia to a strange was really awkward. One of those dead silence moments. I liked to be cheerful.

"You got a little something," I said, indicating the position of the hole in her chest on my own body. "Just there."

Gore and blood neer bothered me, not in real life, and not in games. I used to want to be a vampire, until I read Twilight and a bunch of other sappy vampire romances. Then I wanted to be a werewolf. Werewolves were incredible. I could never work out why nobody wrote werewolf romances.

I motioned her closer. I couldn't be entertaining standing in the dark, near the crap that people threw in because they thought it was funny. The air was cleaner nearer the mouth of the alley. And if zombies were alive, they breathed. So, less stinking air the better.

"S'alright," I said, grinning. "Anybody says anything, I'll just set their hair on hair." I was never really aware of my British accent until I ended up in America. I was way too stubborn to lose it though. And I wasn't joking about setting somebody's hair on fire. Did I mention? Bullies really piss me off.

[summerstorm]

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET
WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN

You got a little something, He paused, indicating on his chest. Just there.

I pulled a blue sweater from beside me, self-conciously pulling it over my head, wincing as the movement made my chest throb. I didn't say anything from my place on the dirty alley ground, my eyes watching almost suspiciously as he motioned for me to come closer. I bit my lip in hesitation. I had no idea who he was, didn't think I had seen him before. Although, maybe I had and the dark was just messing with my eyes. S'alright, anybody says anything, I'll just set their hair on fire. My eyes ran over his smile as I stood up, hand against the wall as I gave a soft smirk. He kind of reminded me of Eli, but I wasn't going to get into that right now, either.

I mentally shrugged, figuring I would take the chance and take a few steps forward. Honestly, I didn't know if I would be coming back here. Not that I had anywhere to be, but I think the disgusting atmosphere was seriously wearing on my undead body.

I took a few steps forward until I was facing him, swallowing through my dry throat before speaking.

"As far as I can tell.. your human... so the big question is why you are here?"

My voice was almost barely audible, but I knew he would hear it, seeing as the silence in the alley at the moment was clear that you could probably hear a pin drop.

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WORDS,, word count
TAGGED,, for who?
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION