"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" I screamed into my illuminated screen. I was at a gaming contest when my teammate wouldn't move they're character fast enough. I smiled even more once I got the largest kill streak record. Suddenly, my screen made a popping noise and it went red, meaning that I was killed.
"GOD DAMN IT." I said, adjusting my red and blue framed glasses, my fury nearly melting the glass. I gritted my teeth and ran around, doubling the kills. I saw someone right in front of me, the barrel of his gun pointed out the window, sniping like tomorrow. His gamer tag floating above his head but was slightly covered with my own barrel of my gun pointing at his own head.
"twinArmageddons says what?" I looked around once I said the quick phase and a black-haired troll lifted his head, revealing his bi-coloured eyes. His character turned around and I immediately shot him in-between the eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL?" The troll screamed as I tried to hold back a crap load of chuckles. That didn't last long as I broke out into an intense fit of laughter, my head smacking against the keyboard. I looked up, wiping a tear from my white eyes (A/N yes, you're technically dead.) and glancing over at him again. But this time, his vidid eyes met mine and I immediately turned back to my screen. I was silent for the rest of the game.
We finished and the winner was some cool guy with shades. I headed back to my motorcycle, clearly disappointed. I sat down and ran my shay hands through my black hair. This was my only chance to leave my life and run away and actually live a non-absuive life (A/N SOOOO sorry if that triggered anyone, wasn't my intention AT ALL.). I was with someone, someone I couldn't out run. I pulled down my jacket's sleeves, hiding the rows and rows of scars. I slipped my feet into the holsters and cried, unlocking myself and sliding to the curb. My hands were covered in my b/c (blood color) tears and were twice as shaky and just soaked. I cried and cried until there was a legitimate puddle under me.
"Are you okay?" someone said, voice soft and lispy.
"What?Oh yeah...." I said, looking up and seeing the familiar face, just less angry the time. I rolled up my sleeves a little to ball up the fabric and use it as a makeshift tissue. Without thinking, he grabbed my arm and examined my arm, looking at every scar, burn, and fresh wound from early this morning.
"What's this. I know you don't even know my name, but what is this." he stated, his voice an octave lower.
"I-It's nothing. I swear." I nodded and pulled away, taking a few steps to my bike.
"Is it a guy?"
"N-o?"
"Come on. My name is Sollux Captor. Please let me at least clean all of your wounds."
"Oh, um. Sure? My name is Y/N L/N. "
