Pull the Trigger

Excuse All The Blood, Let the party begin!

She followed closely behind Euryonmous as they all stepped into the kitchen of the red, cottage like infrastructure. Swiping the chilled rain drops from her brow she tried to stop shivering. The place was chilly and the wind picking up outdoors had began to shake the windows just noticeably. Euryonmous motioned to the inside of his and Dead's shared home as if to say 'this is it.'The place wasn't very big but it was secluded and peaceful aside from the obvious cussing and banter from the other guys. "Would you like another beer?" Euronymous asked grabbing one for himself as hell hammer and necro butcher started messing with the instrument cases in the Living room while laughing and tripping over one another drunkenly. She smiled lightly through the cigrette smoke at Euryonmous,watching his dark eyebrows furrow in return as he took a long drag of his smoke. "no but thanks." She replied stepping toward the window next to to the nearby refrigerator. "But may I ask What Is it exactly that he's doing?" She asked him as he joined in gazing out of the rain streaked window as the back porch light casted on Deads long skinny frame. He had his flannel off now and was holding his hands up towards the clouded sky in the back yard. "He likes the rain and cold for the most part." Euronymous paused for a moment as we stood there staring. "He's kinda fucked up though." "I'm sorry?" She asked him in return not sure why everyone was so rough on this poor guy, he seemed friendly enough but maybe it was because she didn't know them all very well ."He's morbid, different." Euronymous laughed sounding a bit cynical. "Maybe you can understand him better then I can, Who knows." He shrugged walking over to the couch before pulling his guitar strap over his head. His statement played around in her mind for a moment until she decided to step toward and out the squeaky back door. 

 A nervous pit sat in her otherwise empty stomach but she ignored it to the best of her ability as the chilled rain speckled her bare arms and chest, her senses heightened a bit at the faltering fall weather helping with the nervousness. "Hey Dead." She said trying to speak loud enough over the wind. "Yes?" He asked looking back at her over his shoulder as his golden blonde hair blew around his thin face. He was much taller then her even though she was wearing boots. "It feels nice out here doesn't it?" She smiled shyly at him as his bright blue eyes met with her own before he quickly looked away. "I think it feels wonderful." He said beginning to wonder why she was talking to him. "I come out here a lot." He looked down at her again standing above 6 foot. As she stood leveled to his lower torso she couldn't help but graze her eyes over his pale, pink striped and scarred arms. The loud reverberation of Euronymous's guitar vibrated toward them from the opened windows and she jumped a bit. Wanting to ask about the array of cuts was definitely not appropriate. "You can call me Pelle if you prefer." He said lowly recapturing her attention. "I don't remember your name?" His sentence drug out into a long question. "You can call me Angel." She nodded a bit embarrassed of having been startled. Trying to focus instead Angel observed the pretty blonde tints in his golden blonde hair he went on, he was quite enamoring to her. His voice smooth and calm. "Well, Angel." His low voice now at an undertone that was rough against the wind. "you might catch a cold." He grabbed a shovel near his feet and didn't hesitate to start digging up a near by mound of pre settled dirt. "I'm not worried about that. I was curious as to what exactly you are doing?" She laughed quietly as the rain dropped down a bit harder she began to notice just how thin he was. 

His injured wrists couldn't of been any thicker than the naked branches creaking above. " I'm suppose to be inside singing you know." He smiled a genuine grin, his teeth bright and noticeably sharp. "But I don't want my clothes to get to muddy." "you bury your clothes?" "My stage clothes." "That's pretty cool actually." "It's effective." They both laughed a bit before Angel folded her chilled arms further observing him as the chill began up her spine . "That cut on your left arm is infected, you know that don't you?" She asked unsure and unexpectedly, now wondering if she should of said anything at all. "I meant to get to it I just never did. Euryonmous has been griping at me about it recently." He answered simply. "Would you like me to help you then so you can get it over with?" He stopped what he was doing and turned to her seeming to think it over. "Okay, we can do that." He finally mumbled while pulling a ripped up pair of jeans out of the dirt as well as a Venom tee shirt he then thoroughly shook the remaining dirt out of. In silence He headed back inside holding the door open for her as the rain now began crashing on the tin roof. She followed close behind ready for the minor warmth of the house away from wind. Euryonmous looked up at as Angel and Pelle as  they walked into the noise cluttered house but He didn't stop playing to say anything. He was always expressive enough without having to speak anyhow, not that she could yet read the mixed expression on his face. She followed Pelle up the near by stairwell noticing the way in which he slinked when he moved, graceful in an almost unfitting way. "There should be a first aid kit here." His lengthy frame bent forward to draw the lower bathroom cabinet doors open as she waited patiently in the door way biting at her short black nails.. "Yeah, this will work." Smiling kindly as a makeshift care kit was shoved into her slightly trembling palms Pelle let out a mix of a scoff and laugh. "You still cold?" He asked as she grabbed the chilled skin of his bony forearm with her slightly numbed fingers.its not as if she had expected him to say yes to this or even that she ever took care of her own cuts let alone someone else's. Though she seemed to take a liking to Pelle, that didnt mean she wasnt as anxious as always but trying her best not to be."Honestly i'm freezing." She laughed a bit stepping closer to him to get the shadow out of the way of the lighting.He sat on the side of the bathtub facing her with a curious look and it was apparent he was somewhat used to this ordeal. "Does Euronymous ever help you?" she pulled a pair of bright silver tweezers from the first aid kit and began delicately scraping over the 6 inch gash pulling up tiny pieces of scab, fuzz, and infection as I went . "Yeah Sometimes." Euryonmous spoke from behind Angel catching both her and Pelle off guard.