Death Kiss: The Soul Sucker

Chapter 3 Falling In Darkness Isn't Fun

Chapter 3

Falling in Darkness isn’t Fun

Franky and I were back on the bench once again. Jack was dragged away in a bloody heap by his gang, Wartz crying and whining over him. Apparently he wasn’t dead, but the loss of blood from the open wound on his chest and back could lead to it if he didn’t get more blood into his system. It wasn’t that feeding gave them immortality it just helped them stay young and heal faster.

“Umm, sorry about what I said before…”

I turned to Franky who had his arms crossed behind his head. He was looking at the tracks, but his eyes didn’t seem focused on them. His eyes were hooded and his pupils less than dilated.

“Your sexual preference isn’t any of my concern, so I’ll stop doing what I have been. I’ll just stand by and be your body guard.”

At first I would have been happy upon hearing this. I wasn’t very sociable and I didn’t really want to make any connection with this devil. Not only did I think he was a bit crazy, but connecting with his was what brought me into this mess I was in now. I didn’t want it to get any worse. Even so… I felt a wave of guilt and felt angry with myself. What he said I found irritating.

“You’re an idiot.” I muttered turning in the other direction with a blushed face, pulling on my now messed up pants legs that I put back on.

The station was silent for a bit. I sat on one side of the bench and Franky sat on the other. We didn’t look at each other, just sat and stared at the wall ahead or at our feet.

“What for exactly?” His voice was low and full of lament.

I thought for a moment, letting my mind clear off from the subway air to have me think of the right words to say. But I couldn’t find any words that would sound right. I blurted out the first thing that I thought of without a second thought. “It’s not that, better than either of us dying.” My cheeks flushed and I crossed my arms even tighter to settle my shivers.

“Really?” Frank sounded taken back, probably figuring that I would have slapped some other kind of words in his face. He had this silly grin that only widened more and more. I sighed and he giggled a bit under his breath. I tried to focus on something else, but I felt his scoot closer and hand an around my shoulder. “You want to know something?” He asked. I hummed and peeked over at him with several strands of hair covering my eyes. I watched his lips form words that I could only make out for a brief moment. “I really…” but he was cut off by the train horn that echoed down the tunnel.

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Not saying it again.” Franky smirked.

“Rude!”

The train stopped.

~

The clicking of the tracks synchronized with Franky’s breathing. He was sound asleep leaving me in a blasé. His head rested on the window, the lashes of his eyes sometimes fluttering lightly. He had several bruises and scrapes etched into his pale skin, all over his arms and a couple on his face. I knew the marks proved that he wasn’t invulnerable, but I kept wondering to what extent his healing ability went up to. I as a bit envious of his strength  

It felt like an hour, but time was slow on the outside. I looked to my side at the empty seats. We were the only ones in here. Except for maybe a mouse I saw earlier, only it wasn’t a mouse, it looked like a mouse only it had wings and was flying all over the place. So the train wasn’t normal either. There was an eye on ever wall that watched our every movement. One of them blinked and grew big when I stared at it long enough. I slumped into my seat deeper feeling uncomfortable from the odd, overwhelming, unintelligible existence of this new world.