Cold Colours (EDITING)

Mysterious Figures (2.0)

Your POV

"I...I'll be back." I suddenly mutter. From around me my friends look up, confusion written in their faces as I stand. My chair makes a scraping sound as I do and I'm sure skid marks lined the floor from the attempt.

I provided no explanation as I stepped away from the table. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh I'm sorry, I just can't do this right now.' Perhaps 'oh I'm sorry, I'm just too scared that I'm not human anymore'

Yeah, like that would go over well.

So instead I stay silent as I step out into the walkway of the dimly lit dining area. The walls were a nice peach color, contrasting nicely with the dark red/brown of the booths lining the walls. The chairs we sat at were a nice light tan, which matched the ceiling and the tile floor that sat below us. A white cloth was laid out on every table, one that showed all the stains. In fact, a small drop of red from my wound was showing on the side of the pure white cloth.

I didn't want to look at it anymore. I couldn't look at it anymore.

It made my stomach churn, knowing that blood had been pouring from me only seconds ago and yet I was perfectly fine now. No scars, no cut, no blood...

It was a difficult thing to wrap your mind around. Right now... I was trying desperately to wrap my mind around it.

Something was wrong. I had come to that conclusion a long time ago. When the hunger was boiling at the pit of my stomach, yet I was unable to eat, it came to me. I knew SOMETHING just wasn't right.

Now all I had to figure out what what.

My hands were shaking as I pushed open the glass door of the restaurant. The brisk hair hit my warm skin, working to calm it down. Outside of the restaurant were plants, shining neon pink and yellow. It was nice. Relaxing even. Standing under the awning of the Mexican restaurant, watching the passing cars carrying the passing people who are heading to do whatever they are with their lives... it was nice and peaceful.

Even as unknown people passed me and sent me a weird look I felt peaceful. My mind was slowing down, the incident suddenly not as important as I had first anticipated it to be.

It didn't even matter... no one had seen it...

Or at least that was what I was telling myself.

The look Eren had given me flashes through my mind, forcing me to push against it with all my might with what was left of my power over my thoughts. No. He hadn't seen. It had been a trick of the light! Yes! That was it! A trick of the light... that was definitely the cause of it...

Eren hadn't seen. I was fine. No one had seen the anomaly that was my biology.

"Scary isn't it?" Suddenly there was someone beside me, causing me to cry out slightly. I jumped back, turning to the new person with wide eyes.

"Shit! Who are you, I didn't see you there!" I instinctively tried to hide my hand, as if showing this man something would prove anything.

It was weird. This man was decked out in all black, a hood pulled over his obviously blonde hair. He was standing with his hands in his pockets. If I had just passed by I would assume he had been standing there for hours. But he hadn't been.. he wasn't there when I first came out here...

So how did he sneak up on me? It was a question for the ages...

"Your hand." The man rasps. His voice was rough around he edges, low and scratchy. Almost like he had been smoking for years of his life, or perhaps had damage to his vocal cords. "Scary, isn't it?"

My heart rate picked up, my eyes gazing down to the hand hat was tucked away inside of my other one. How had he...

"I know a lot of things." He said almost in answer to what I was asking in my head.

He wasn't even looking at me, instead his head was facing forwards. He was seemingly watching everything I had been only a moment before. As people passed us their gaze didn't even follow him, instead, they were sending me weird looks. Hm... it was as if they couldn't see him or something...

"Well I don't know what your talking about." I mutter, my hand curling around the material of my shirt. This was scary. Having someone beside me pointing out the one thing I really didn't want pointed out? As if he knew something that I didn't? It was unsettling to say the least.

"Everything about our kind is unsettling, kid. Get used to it." His voice seemed to roll off of his tongue and enter my ears straight away, bypassing the ears of people around him as none of them even reacted to his weird words.

This man was weird.

"...Our kind?" I whisper, more to myself than to this man. My eyes were glued to the side of his face, the hood of his jacket laying over everything and not allowing me to see any more than what I was seeing now.

"Yes. Our kind." He rasps. Suddenly his head turned to look at me, and almost instantly I let out a squeak.

His eyes...

Pale skin stared back at me, almost too pale for comfort. His lips sat dry and pealing off of the his face, his sharp jaw and jagged cheekbones making him seem paper thin. But these features... were not the thing that made me so scared of this man.

No.

It was his eyes.

Like pools of blood they glow crimson, getting lighter as they move inwards until they drastically change to the black of a pupil. The usual white of his eyes was replaced by a haunting pitch black, making the red of his eyes stick out even more. Against the paleness of his skin...

He was haunting.

"Ghouls."