Crimson Tides (A danni x zero AU)

Blood In The Water

February 10th, 2042
03:47:59 AM

"You're going to give me that fucking money, Wilson." A brown haired man shoves someone else to the ground, his elbows scrapimg against the wet concrete as he hits the floor- his tan coat doing anything but protecting his fragile skin

"I-I can't!" He stutters, fear and panic showing in his eyes as prominently as the color. The brown haired man above him reaches into his black leather jacket, pulling out a 7.25mm pistol- a silencer coincidentally positioned at the very end of the slick silver weapon.

The man on his elbows backs up hastily, desperately trying to get away. He's begging, strings of 'pleases' and 'give me one more day' passing through his chapped lips as fast as a trian rolls down the tracks. The rain that falls on both men is more harsh now, even in the midst of the dark alleyway.

"I gave you three fucking weeks." The man with the gun steps forward- hand on the trigger as he points it at the suffering man's head. "You were supposed to save my ass and now everyone I know thinks I'm a murderer."

Lightning cracks in the sky, illuminating all of the rain drops on both of their faces. "Listen-" It's now that the man with the gun is standing above the other, taking off the safety on his pistol. "Listen! Listen, please. If you kill me there's no way you'll get your money."

The brown haired man pauses, eyes looking up longingly into the pitch black darkness of the alleyway. Everything's quiet except for the falling of the run and the heavy breathing of the man below him. He looks as if he's thinking hard about this, some sudden rational thinking stringing itself through his brain.

That is until the look drops from his face, a smug smile cropping up on his lips. "You know, Wilson." He trails off, lowering his gun. "You're right, i won't get my money back if i kill you." A sigh of relief leaves the other males lips, a breath he didn't know he was even holding gushing out like water from a faucet. He smiles, a small chuckle leaving him.

"i- i- thank you so much for letting me go. i promise to get your m-" The gun goes off just in time to be covered up by the roaring thunder. The muscles in the males body go numb, and it falls to the ground only to be marked red by the blood pooling around itself.

"Who says I was going to let you go?"

February 10th, 2042
06:12:09 AM

The sun's began to show it's lights among the city. The birds have begun to chirp, and the sky is fading to a light blue. It's peaceful.

The smell of rain is still strong, hence the downpour had only stopped half an hour ago. Everything was still soaking and normally it wasn't a problem, but seen as though it's really hard to break open the window when your lockpick keeps slipping it was infact a problem.

Here a blond haired man was breaking into his own apartment- hoping that his boyfriend wasn't already awake. He struggles with the lock, but soon enough he pops it open.

The rain on his sleak jacket slides down as he steps in through the window, the raindrops he got on him from his previous run home not yet knocked off. His hair was dripping, every movement he made sent his hair into a dripping frenzy.

He shuts the window closed, turning around and running by the bed and towards the bathroom which was lit by a tiny seeshell nightlight. Each step he took left a footprint and he made a mental note to remember to clean it up.

He makes it to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and already starting to rip off his clothes to change into some that didn't smell like he's been outside all night.

He had a reputation to uphold unfortunately and smelling like he had been rolling around in the mud was no way to keep that reputation high. Although, if people found out that he murdered people for his own personal gain well, that wouldn't end up too good for his reputation either.

To him, it was like he was fulfilling his purpose. Following the light, as some would put it. The news had headlined him as 'The Scar' or just 'Scar' as some headlines read. He would see people as he's walking down the road, or in a newspaper and see them as full of sin. He hyperfixated on them until he, as put in his words, 'cleared them of sin'.

He would never let that part of him come out with his boyfriend though, never let him see how amazing his duty was to him. He knew it was wrong in today's world, but he wanted to help people. If just be his own twisted rules.

He has his own scars from his own hands, the same wounds inflicted on himself as the many people who've been killed. A line at the bottom of his stomach, a small one at his throat. When he did it to himself, he made sure that it wasn't fatel- just enough to make sure that it would scar.

It's now, as he's putting on another T-shirt, he hears the bedroom door open.

His boyfriend, Zerø, worked nights at a security job downtown. He always got home at almost exactly 6:38, and he always came to say good morning to him.

"Pumpkin? Are you awake?" Zerø called, his footsteps walking by the bathroom door. It's now when the boy in the bathroom starts panicking, quickly throwing on his pajamas and hiding his blood soaked clothing into the he top cabinet next to the shower. Ideally he would have been able to shower before Zerø got home, but tonight he himself was too late to get home.

He throws on his boxers, trying to be as quiet as possible so his lover doesn't know he's trying to change. Zerø calls out his name just as he's pulling up his boxers. He reaches for the door and as he opens it, he sees Zerøs fist about to knock on the door.

The brunette smiles widely as he sees his partner, eyes shimmering with affection. "Hi my love." The other male smiles as well, glad to see his boyfriend even if he almost got caught sneaking in. "What are you doing up so late?"

A small chuckle falls out of the blonds mouth. "Noodle woke me up by scratching at the door and before i could go back to sleep, i needed to pee." The brown haired man shakes his head in a agreeing way, blindly trusting his partners words. Danni thinks it's pathetic in a way, but he knows that it's good if Zerø blindly trusts him. Easier to get away with things if he does.

As Danni's about to open his mouth to ask his partner how work was, he gets interrupted. His partners eyes grow wide, a sort of panic rushing to his face. "What's that? Are you bleeding? Here, let me look." Zerøs hands rush to his lovers neck to inspect the blood splatter that he hadn't realized was visable. He also begins to panic.

"Oh, no no no it's nothing." He backs away quickly, a nervous laugh leaving his throat. "I just uh- It's just paint from earlier! No big deal, I'm fine." The tension in the tiny bathroom skyrockets, and it seems as if it's hard to breathe. The worry on his lovers face seems to leave a little, but not enough for Danni to be satisfied.

Zerøs hand still raises to the mark, and once again Danni steps back further into the bathroom. If Zerø figures out it's a blood stain it's all over. He's figured out who Danni is and then- "Pumpkin let me loo-".

The blonds hands rush to stop the brunettes, slapping his hands away with a fast motion. His mind is begging for Zero to leave it alone, let the problem at hand just drop. "I told you I'm fine. Please, z. I promise it's just paint."

The brown haired man's eyebrows furrow, a look of betrayal shown across his features. He looks upset at first, but it's quickly drowned out by seething anger. Not because of his lovers desire to stop him from looking, but the feeling that his lovers lying to him- decieving him if you will. It hurts.

You can see his Adams apple go down with his large gulp, and he backs away into the main bedroom- still facing Danni. "Im going to the bar." He says, his voice sharp like a peice of shattered glass.

Dannis eyes soften, his hand reaching out from his neck to Zerø to try and get him to stay but he's already marching to the front door. "Zerø- Zerø wait, come back here." As the blond sets foot into the bedroom, he already knows he's too late.

The front door slams closed, and regret fills him.