It had taken almost a full day for Hazel to be able to manage to walk after the nail bomb. Once he could, he made sure he was washed, bandaged up, and put on a large baggy hoodie to cover up his face.
He limped to the road, and hailed a cab. He was in no mood for any shit, so he pulled his gun, and gave the address of the warehouse. Once the cab got there, and pulled into a place it wouldn’t be seen, he shot the driver and got out, limping to the door.
He banged loudly on the door with the butt of the gun (he couldn’t switch it to the other hand, it was too hurt).
And behold a white horse, and his name that sat on him was Zee
Hazel had some interesting friends, Zee had to admit. But he had a tendency to avoid the ones he slept with. Unlike Hazel, Zee did not find spleens attractive, and anyone who did, well he probably wouldn’t want to end up around. His family was insane enough for him.
But this Darek, now he seemed different. Funny, perhaps sadistic, but at least interesting. God how he loathed the boring.
After a while of Tumblr searching, he snatched his bottle of Jack, leaned back, and focused. His body faded into a black mist, and come too again in Dareks warehouse, with an audible popping sound.
He was much taller than Hazel, and his hair was black and very clean, but around the same length, riddled with blue streaks. He clearly cared about his appearance. Currently he had teleported onto the couch, with his big, knee high black boots propped up on the table in front of it.
Autumn hummed under her breath, a small smile perched on her face beneath the mask she wore. She slunk around, keeping mostly to the shadows. Although there was no one around to see her, she did it mostly out of habit. Ever since she started following Slenda, she withdrew more and more from the outside world. She wore the mask more and more, sometimes even in public, despite the stares it evoked. When she went out without her mask, she felt as if she was missing something. The lifestyle of a proxy was changing her, fufilling her. Shebelongedto her master, completely. And she loved every single moment of it.
She was far from alone, of course. At the moment, she was on her way to meet Darek, who was the proxy of her master’s current mate. She made her way to the abandoned warehouse, her defenses going up subconsciously. This person who claimedto be a proxy could just as easily be out to kill her, after all. “Hello?” Her slightly husky voice echoed as she entered the warehouse, although she had spoken rather softly. One had stole to her gun, although she wasn’t one to shoot on sight. It always payed to be prepared.
Thoughts are the shadows of feelings, always darker, emptier, and simpler.
I don’t care if they’re fake or real, I just thank them for showing up at all.
I have black periods. Who does not? But they are not a part of me;
they are not a part of illness, but a part of my being. What am I saying?
I have the courage to have them. Four o’ clock in the morning. This sucks.
Lonely Day, Such A Lonely Day, and It's Mine.
The warehouse, where it all began. The warehouse, the proxy’s home. It welcomed him when he returned, all his possessions undisturbed by all the events that had passed. They gathered dust, and dirt. Time had passed, days, weeks, months. It didn’t matter, it was all a gray fuzz now. Time had passed, time didn’t matter then. Nothing had mattered then, everything was fine and well. But all good things come to an end, all delight has it’s end. Everything returns to what it was once, whether it be human to dust, star to compound, love to hate. It doesn’t matter, it never did. Everything has to return to what it was once, order to chaos, bones to dust. Nature has its way with everything, even if one does not believe in fate, it is impossible to argue that life is a circle. The seasons show that, there will never be a time where the seasons do not repeat. Even when everyone, and everything we know is gone, it will continue. Humans go from solitary to group, then return to their begining. Happiness returns to depression, order returns to chaos.