Hollywood Undead Fic

C.1.

          My lilac hair moves slightly as I walk. It's late at night, the sidewalk is bare, and the brick buildings on either side of the road are rather worn and scary-looking. Now, you might be wondering why I'm here in the first place. I'm wondering why I came here as well. My friend's boyfriend had cheated on her for the sixth time, if I'm not mistaken, and she had demanded that I come over immediately. So I did. But now I'm getting unnerved by the silence and my phone is close to dying. I shouldn't have left the safety of my home. I should have waited until morning to comfort her. My phone buzzes and I pause, pulling it out my waist band and checking the message. 'We got back together! You don't need to come over.' I groan and respond. 'I'm happy for you! But I'm going to bed, okay?' She bids me goodnight and I smile at the screen. He's no good for her, but she thinks she's happy with him.

Footsteps echo and I notice that I'm standing right next to an alley. It's unlit and it unnerves me further. "Hello?" I call curiously, a bit nervous. A man with a blue mask on his face and a shining steel pipe in hand comes into light, quickly advancing on my small form. My eyes widen and I whimper in fear, turning and trying to run. 'Trying' being the keyword, as he shoves my upper back forward as he hooks one of his feet in front of mine. My chest hits the ground roughly and my phone falls out of my hand, landing about two feet away from my outstretched hand. I move forward a bit and go to grab it, the man walking forward and stomping on the device. Tears well in my eyes and spill down my cheeks as it shatters. He kneels, grips my wrist with his free hand, and stands up, dragging me with him. He reeks of alcohol and I can see his glazed eyes through his mask. He reels the pipe back and I reach up, gripping his wrist and struggling. "N-No! Please, let me-" He swings it at me, the pipe making violent contact with the side of my head. My vision fades and I hear him humming to himself as he drops me to the pavement.

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The room I wake up in is dark and cold. Judging by the small, thick glass windows, the barely visible staircase in the corner of the room, and the old musty smell that consumes the air around me, I assume I'm in a basement. I sit up, holding the side of my head. My hair is stiff and matted with dried blood. My ears ring and my head pounds as I shakily stand. Someone's pacing above me and I can hear a male's voice. I take a deep breath to steady myself, then make my way away from the couch and to the staircase. I climb the steps, leaning heavily on the railing to stop the old wood from creaking. I kneel on the topmost step, dizzy and close to passing out again. I just still and listen to him talk for a moment, focusing on how nervous he seems. "-know! I have no idea what happened last night, but now there's some chick in the basement and she's covered in blood! Please, Dylan, I'm begging you here. I need your help. - No, I... - Yes, she's still dressed. Why would you...ask... - Oh god, I hope not. Just hurry, man. I'm freaking out and I don't know how long she'll stay asleep. - N-...Yeah. You should. - I'm at my Grandpa's old cabin."

He goes silent for a minute, and I deduce that he's on the phone with someone. Either that or he's insane. I'm not ruling that out quite yet. "Wait! D-Do you think you could get her some things? Her clothes are kinda ruined. - I don't know. Some skirts or something? She's tiny. - I mean get small clothes, jackass. - You should get her some shower stuff, too. She has dyed hair, so maybe get some special shampoo for that. - She's wearing light colors right now. Maybe something like that? - Fuck off, Dylan. You're not funny. - Yeah. - Give the phone to him for a second." I hear shouting from the other line and I wince. I'm also confused as to why he's being so oddly considerate. If he's the man from last night, he should be down here beating me with that pipe. Not getting his friends to buy me clothing. "I-I know, I just-" More yelling. "I'm sorry, okay?! It's not like I can change what I did! Just, please, help me out here. - Thank you. I'm sorry about all of this." He chuckles at something the other person says. "Yeah, yeah. I know you will. See you then." He finally stops pacing, letting out a sigh before falling silent.