10 Years Later - Starburst

Chapter 5 - Staircase

Insane was becoming more corrupt. We could all see it. He needed a host before he caused any more harm to himself. I had learnt how to hide scratches and scars from our fights - usually I'd tie bandages all around my arms or I'd use my hair to cover my right eye. I would never snitch on Insane, I was just the annoying little sister. I guess. Our rooms (unfortunately) were 26 steps apart. 13 up, 13 down. With a platform in the middle. After Insane's host, Radioactive, was created, I didn't really pay attention to Insane. He was like Ghøst. And I really, really didn't like that.

Random Fact: Did you know that there is a cemetery in America with supposedly '13 Steps To Hell'? They lead to a concrete wall. But it is said that if you look back up from the bottom you will see souls of the tortured. There is a chance that you will hear voices on your way down and will visit Hell for a fraction of a second.
Very few have ever made it back.

The only time Radio and I would see each other (to begin with) was when we were being taught by Lucifer or if we were to cross on the landing. Or 'platform'. I don't know what you humans call it. Some days we would just smile weakly, others we would sneer, or most of all, Radio wouldn't even acknowledge that I existed. We'd both cross the boundary by knocking on each other's doors and racing up or down the stairs. I would always catch Radio, because I was faster, less afraid of falling and I had the higher ground. Whenever I teleported up the stairs, he'd claim that I were 'cheating'. But it's not cheating if there are no rules. Correct?

1 time I remember screaming at him for the volume of his music. Before being G noted (to our lord and saviour Gerard Way forgive us) and both freaking out. Some things we have in common. Monsters is one of them. After both of us having a breakdown over Welcome To The Black Parade, Radio growled and adjusted his wings slightly as he asked,
"What do you want anyway?" I only whined as a reply, hoping he would latch onto my tone.
"Can I have a monster? I'm out."
"Star. Fuck off." He teleported in front of what he called his 'Monster Shrine'. Childish, really.
"Don't make me kick your ass." I sighed.
"N. O. Spells no, Star." His voice sounded more and more threatening by the second, but I was used to all of this.
"I'm not scared of you, Radio. And neither Insane."
"Star you better get your emo, Irish, Lucky Charms back up those stairs before I tell Satan about what you did."
"And what did I do?" I mocked his posture. He chuckled silently and dropped his voice, only audible to me. What I did, even to this day, I cannot tell anyone about. Only Radio and I know and best hope it stays that way.
A/N: I can't think of anything so shh but it would get Star kicked out so be nice to her.
My eyes widened. Within 0.666 seconds, I was out of sight. If I were religious, I'd be praying Radio didn't tell Satan. I swear, Radio I know you're reading this, if you tell him now- oh wait I killed him. Never mind! But I'd kill you, too. No - even better - I'd kill all of your friends and keep you alive if you tell him.

Understand, 'King of Hell'?

Good.

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