Black & White

P2- Somebody Help

The song at the top. I don't know if it'll really fit the scene, but it might. You can go ahead and play it now. Enjoy! (P!nk: "Funhouse")
(might contain explicit language)
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Zane's POV
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It was around nine when I finally started heading home. I unlocked the door of my house and headed inside, glancing around cautiously. Shutting my door, I locked it and headed to the kitchen. This empty house.. It was really quiet, a little too quiet for my liking. I glanced over towards the door and jumped, I saw a shadowy outline of a person... It's eyes glowing white. Maybe I was awake too long last night... I might be delusional... "Y-Yeah... Th-That's it.. I-I'm d-delusional..." I muttered. "Wake up and smell the damn coffee Zane.." I said louder, hoping I was asleep. Nothing happened. I turned the light on. The figure vanished. I flicked it back off. It re-appeared. My heart skipped a beat..
Flick! Gone.
Flick! It was five feet away from me, five feet closer than before. "H-HELP!" I yelled.
But nobody came.
"T-TRAVIS! A-APHMAU! S-SOMEONE HELP!" I yelled, hoping one of the neighbors would bust down the door with a broom to whack me for yelling at nighttime while they were trying to sleep. It backed me up to the wall, a tear running down my face from fear. It had one of my sharpest kitchen knives in it's hand, damn , that was my best knife! I screamed again, as loud as I could..

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Travis's POV
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There was a goofy grin spread across my face as I walked down the sidewalk, staring at every color I saw. I was taking the long walk home, not that there really WAS one, I just decided to walk all the way down the sidewalk then go around to the guys' house. I heard a high-pitched scream, "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" It sounded strangely familiar. It dawned on me. I had just met him, but I broke into a run, tearing down the street to his house. I ran up the steps, and tried to open the door.
Locked.
I shook it hard, and then Garroth's technique popped into mind. "WHOEVER'S IN THERE.... YOU'RE DEAD!" and I kicked the door down as hard as I could, almost tripping. It scared me what I saw.. This shadowy figure with a kitchen knife, and Zane in a half completed fetal position up against the wall, holding his hand up as a shield. As if that would help at all. I glanced around, my eyes darting from thing to thing, then I noticed the empty coat rack beside me. I grabbed it and started to try and beat the crap out of that thing. I think it worked... It was reduced to a crumpled up pile of mist.. then it just vanished into smoke. (APH JUST GOT 2MIL AS OF THIS MOMENT PEOPLE"!) I ran over to Zane, and dropped down to the floor, engulfing him in a hug. He hated hugs, Aphmau had said, CC'd:,,but he didn't seem to care. Right now he was probably scared out of his mind.. Rubbing circles in his back, I asked him what had been on my mind for the past five minutes.
"If you don't mind me asking... What happened..?"
He shifted a little, his body still shaking violently.
"I-I d-don't k-know..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"I-It w-was j-just th-there..." he said.
I resisted the urge to make a sarcastic remark.
"It's gonna be okay." I muttered. I noticed that he had stopped shaking, and he was leaning against me more than before. I pulled back, and his eyes were shut, the tears drying from his face. I wiped away the last of them, my thumb caressing his cheek. I had remembered about me seeing in color... the frightened spark in his eye. I was still shaken up by the fact that my first glance at him... It all turned to color in the blink of an eye. Literally. I looked at his mask, chewing my lip.. I pulled it down and gently pressed my lips against his. Not wanting him to kill me in the morning, I pulled back, a guilty grin and pink hue dusting my cheeks. I took his mask off -I'm pretty sure he wouldn't sleep with it- and picked him up bridal-style, and carried him to what I thought was his room. I mean, it had a bed at least. A king size with a black and white colored design, and a few pillows. He really knew how to make a bed look nice. I carefully laid him on the bed and laid down beside him, pulling a blanket up on him. He looked cute, sleeping peacefully.

He said he'd never see in color... Was that really true?

(A/N!) Okay.. Hehe.. I guess I didn't rewrite barely any of this.. But yeah. Bye.