* BOY / VAINED.

i  was  gonna  do  drafts  buuuuuuuut  ...  * finger guns * 

❝ you’re DAMN right ! ❞  blood matted knuckles draw back, almost twitch with excitement, then plunge forward again - the sound of  S H A T T E R I N G  cheekbones eliciting a feeling of excitement from deep within his chest.

          eyes  don’t    S T R A Y    from  his  gaze.  a  sniff  ,  then  a  second  of    preparation    before  the  impact  of  the  wolf’s  fist  hitting  his  cheek.  face  slams  into  the  ground  ,    BLOOD  DRIPPING    from  nose  and  lips  as  crimson  stains  the  gravel.  his  palms  press  into  the  pavement  before  percy  is    SPITTING  OUT    some  of  the  blood.        ❛        that’s  more  like  it  ,  you    f u c k i n g    coward.        ❜

          ❛     oh my god,     ❜       words are uttered beneath her breath,  eyes wide as they settles upon the unmoving figure,  then shift towards the male.  he seems pretty unscathed,   for someone who was apparently so under attack it resulted in murder.  erin crouches down,  presses to cool fingers to the females neck.  eyes close over,  lump forming in her throat.  her hand moves,  reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone.       ❛     YOU———  you killed her.     ❜      slender digit presses against the same number three times,  phone brought up towards her ear.

          knuckles  peppered  with  small  drips  of    B L O O D    only  tremble  slightly.    he’s  not  the  strongest  around.    however  ,  percy  is  emotionless  ,  showing  no    SYMPATHY    for  his  victim  or  the  girl  in  front  of  him.  he  doesn’t  RUN.  he  doesn’t  HIDE.         ❛        it  was  an    ACCIDENT.    i  didn’t  mean  to.        ❜        he  almost  rolls  his  eyes  ,  but  would  that  just  give  him  away  ?  oceanic  orbs  snap  towards  the  phone  in  her  hand  ,  and  feet  are  pulling  him    QUICKLY    towards  the  snitch  before  he’s  ripping  the  device from  her  grip  and  ending  the  call  instantly.        ❛        are  you  out  of  your    fucking    mind  ?  you  can’t  call  the  COPS  !  what  the  fuck  ?        ❜        it  only  takes  another  moment  for  him  to    S L A M    to  phone  onto  the  ground  ,  taking  a  few  steps  back  from  erin.        ❛        we  need  to    get  rid  of  the  body.        ❜

she  stands  ,  hand  moving  off  him  to  brush  hair  from  her  face.  a  smile  ,  pure  as  sunshine  after  rain  ,  decorates  soft  features     ––     so  ignorant  to  the  man  in  front  of  her.      ‘    okay  ,  i’ll  be  back  soon.    ’      turning  on  her  heel  ,  she  moves  to  his  kitchen  ,  if  a  glass  of  water  is  what  he  wants  ,  it’s  what  he’ll  get.  it  doesn’t  take  long  ,  &  she’s  back  at  his  side  in  an  instant  ,  water  placed  on  the  stand  beside  him.      ‘    here.  drink  plenty  ,  it’ll  help  you  feel  better  after  what  that  horrible  person

    ❛   do you want me to punch you? i can knock you out fast.  ❜ the request is genuine; she really is just trying to help. getting to sock him in the face would just be an added bonus.

a  single  brow  raises  ,  with  half  scoff  ,  half  laugh.  arms  cross  over  her  chest  ,  playing  the  game  she  was  taught  :  lie  to  save  others.  grin  is  plastered  on  make  up  painted  lips.      ‘    excuse  me  ?  it’s  biology  homework     ––     i’m  a  straight  a  student  &  if  i  don’t  get  my  homework  ,  my  grade  would  dip     .   .   .     &  my  parents  would  kill  me.    ’      your  parents  don’t  even  know  you’re  alive  !      ‘    so  if  you’d  excuse  me  ,  i’d  like  to  go  to  my  locker.    ’

     slender fingers fidget with the knob - as she tried to break her way into the classroom. clearly the young banshee was getting annoyed as she began to curse under her breath.   fed up she was just about to kick through the door before she heard him beside her. Jumping as she let out a startled gasp. Placing her hand across her chest before taking in a deep breath; a soft chuckle escaped. “ —- You scared the shit out of me..” She hesitantly took the keys wondering why he was helping her. “ —- Thanks, I guess?”

a laugh leaves her CRIMSON lips and she shakes her head. white hair falling in her face as she did so before her fingers reach to tuck it away ❛ SOUNDS GOOD.        but that means we need to decide on a prize for the biggest loser. just to add a little more to the competition.    ❜

          this  is  an    unexpected  turn  of  events.    but  ,  he  won’t  argue  with  it  ,  of  course.        ❛        loser  has  to  buy  the  other    ICE CREAM.        ❜       simple  ,  but  FAIR.  at  least  ,  he    THINKS    so.

❝   i  think   HUGE    is  still  an  understatement.      ❞           but  that’s  because  she’s  a   PESSIMIST   and  sees  no  reason  for  anyone  to  enjoy  something  like  a  PARTY      ——-        to  her,        it’s  a  waste  of  time,        only  a  chance  for  her  to  open  herself  up  to  social  interaction  she  always  attempts  to  AVOID  otherwise.          ❝     BAD  THINGS   always  happen  at  parties.         PARTIES  ARE  A  BAD  THING.         i  think  DEATH  is  the  only  way  to  make  it  interesting.    ❞            she’s  blunt  and  dully  spoken,         but  there’s  still  a  hint  of  TEASING  in  her  words.           ❝      anyone  can  die  ANYWHERE,        parties  are  just  more  dramatic,         aren’t  they?         just  an  easy  way  to  bring  out   FEAR  AND  PANIC  in  so  many  people  all  at  once.      ❞             HORROR  has  always  been  an  interest  of  hers     ——        it’s  always  prominent  in  her  art,        the  way   darkness  clutches  her  mind   more  often  than  not.           ❝     fun   ——    ?            i  don’t  think  you  know  what  FUN  is  for  me.        it’s  not  that,      ❞           she  insists.          but  there’s  a  pause  with  the  tilt  of  her  head,         a  heavy  sigh  leaving  her  lips.            ❝     MAYBE.    ❞          it’s  as  much   as  he  can  give  him  now. 

          her  words  act  as  a    drug  to  him  ,    feeding  into  his  high  off  of  FEAR  and  PAIN.  there’s  something    dark  and  mysterious    about  her  ,  and  maybe  it  just  so  happens  to  be  his    LUCKY  DAY  ,    because  there  might  be  a  possibility  that  she’s    DOWN  FOR  JOINING  HIM.    he’ll  have  to  wait  until  later  to    find  out  for  sure  ,    but  she’s  definitely  got  similar  thoughts  to  him  ,  and  he’s  INTRIGUED.        ❛        i  think  you  watch    TOO  MANY    horror  movies.  they’re  not  more  dramatic  ,  they’re  just  EASIER  TARGETS.        ❜        lips  threaten  to  curl  into  a  smirk  ,  but  they  don’t.  he’s  not    giving  himself  away    just  yet.  he’s  not  THAT  STUPID.  sigh  falls  from  his  lips  ,  not  wanting  to  press  further  on  the  subject.  that  might  just    drive  her  away.        ❛        well  ,  the  car  leaves  at  four.        ❜        palms  press  against  the  desk  to  assist  in  helping  him  stand  ,  one  hand  reaching  for  his    backpack    before  percy  is  offering  a  small  smile.        ❛        one  last  thing  ,  though  :  i  think  we  could  use  a    different  kind  of  fun    tonight.  you  party  with  the  same  people  all  the  time  ,  it  gets  old fast.        ❜