Dangerously Close (Aris x Reader)

1) Rude

I don't know how I’m alive. I mean I lost everything that night I tried to kill that random boy. My protection from the sun, my gun, and even all my supplies. The only proof that those had been real was that the pieces of glass, cans, and sharp and dull objects had cut my back up pretty bad when he kicked me to the ground. It was pretty deep since a lot of the scratches are still there.

Sometimes I think about him. Sometimes I wonder why he didn't just kill me. After all, I would have killed him if he seemed like enough of a threat. I obviously was one so why did he spare me?

Wondering about it won't give me the answer though, so I moved on with life. I found some bloke named Marcus and helped with his club. I basically just stood by the door and made sure nobody that wasn't supposed to be there got in, or make sure they paid the fine.

With him inside doing who knows what, I sighed as I leaned against the wall. Playing with my lighter, I kept putting my finger back and forth through the fire. By now I couldn't even feel it. I can barely feel anything from the burns all over me. Did I mention that bag had sunblock, which I desperately needed? Because it did, and one week away from the flares wasn't going to do much. While the aloe vera was always a relief, there wasn't much else to help.

I can't complain about this job. I got new clothes, a new gun, shade, and a place to sleep. I had access to ‘special party drinks’ but never took it. The last thing I needed was drugged alcohol. I am becoming a Crank so my mind’s pretty fucked up already. I don't need to make it worse. If I’m going to inevitably have to kill myself, I’m going to do is sober. I’d rather not miss, if you know what I mean.

“Hey, we-”
“If you want in you have to take the fee,”I interrupted, not looking up as I kept treating fire like a children's toy.

“We need help. We're looking for Marcus.”

“No clue who that is,”I effortlessly lied.

“We need to find Marcus to find our friends,”a different voice chimed in.

“If you want in-”I started, cutting myself off as I saw the boy I swore I’d never see again after that night. Yet here he was, staring at me with wide eyes. “I’ll just bring you to him,”I managed to say, pushing the doors open and leading them through all the people, not looking at them as I shoved past.

“Shouldn't you help her?”Someone asked. Looking over at a white blonde boy with warm brown eyes, I recognized a bit of an English accent in his voice. That, and genuine concern.

“Don't help anyone. Don't even touch ‘em. You don't know what they have on them.”

“That's not a very useful answer,”the guy next to him chimed in. Looking him up and down, I observed his built figure, dark, unnaturally neat hair, and dark eyes to go with it.

“Fine. I’ll dumb it down for you. You've got a bunch of people on drugs. Some of those people wouldn't hesitate to hurt or kill you if you seemed off. See?”I said, pointing at the circle of half Cranks. Just on the wall was the dead body of one of the more far gone ones. These two were just trying to kill each other because they felt like it.

Watching one of them smack his head against the others so hard it busted open, I turned around and kept leading them through as someone gagged at the sight. Or maybe the smell.

Leading them to a secluded part of this place, the noise of the party dialed down a significant amount, until it was just muffled beats.

“Here you are. The forbidden room,”I announced, standing in front of it. As someone asked how we get in I grabbed the bat by the door and smashed the handle in, damaging the wood as I did, until it clanked to the ground.