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"So this boy's out back, behind the bar.. he's a good boy, he called a car. You got 2 motherfuckers in a big white van..
One dumb friend and one mean man."
His leather jacket is wrapped tight, the only protection against the snarling cold. It nips and bites at him, attempting for any morsel of warmth it possibly can grab.
His über is late, for some reason. His wings shake, adjusting their feathers automatically.
If it wasn't this night, if he wasn't looking so far forward, if he wasn't slightly tipsy, he would've seen it.
A bit of white creeping in his vision.
"Well, he'll fucking kill you. He wins every fight, he's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night."
There wasn't much of a struggle. Just a pair of bunny ears, slamming him into the ground. He screamed, wings pressed deep against the dirty concrete. Tears prick his eyes. There's a knife, blood.
He desperately searches for anything self-defense he can remember.
Nothing works.
"And the only advantage that a killer has.."
He's shoved into the van, grabbed by someone in a blue shirt that hangs loosely.
"Is they think they have the right."
"FUCKING RESTRAIN HIM, TAURTIS."
"jesus christ you self-center bra-"
"GRIAN."
Grian startles, throwing off his headphones and whipping around in his chair to see Pearl, glaring down at him.
"I've been trying to get your attention for five straight minutes. Is this another one of those phony crime podcasts?"
Grian glances at his phone, which has spotify open to the Watchling's newest episode.
"It's not phony!"
Pearl sighs, burying her face in her hands.
"You need to stop listening to increasingly disturbing things right before you go to bed. Besides, you're loud and Jimmy can hear when you gasp or laugh. Why are you laughing, by the way?"
Grian just looks down, at his book- he'd been studying for the upcoming exams. It was almost his final year in college; he was almost free from educational hell.
"Look, I'll quiet down- besides! It's all fake and pretend, I know that!"
Pearl glares at her little brother, sighing again.
"Fine. Just get to bed soon, damnit."
She exits. Grian pops the headphones back on.
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"And apparently, Jim, his last words were.."
He snarls, standing up straighter. The bodies beneath him are warm, fresh blood still bubbling and flowing.
"You know, Taurtus & Grian sit together in hell,"
He kicks a body.
"Shaking, quaking, terrified.. that one day, somehow, someway.."
He dusts his pants off, dropping the knife into the ground. It digs in to the dirt with a satisfying smack.
"They might see me."
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