Killer From Purgatory || BBS

Chapter 9

His wings twitched from underneath the loose white t-shirt he wore, folded somewhat neatly against his back. Scott let out a relieved sigh, running his hands through his hair as he looked around the empty apartment, cardboard boxes littered all over the floor, some stacked in increments of three. The sight reminded him of when Evan had been moving into his own apartment, having taken a while to unpack.

Scott looked over the kitchen table, where he had left the things that were in the car. His dark eyes traveled over his phone and keys, landing on the black hoodie that had been tossed beside them. His prized leather jacket was in a heap on the floor, but Scott treated the hoodie far more carefully, not wanting to destroy it in anyway.

After much internal debate, Scott had come to the realization that if he were to accept this job, he'd be going at it alone. No longer could he go running to Smitty for a place stay, since the boy would never approve of what Scott had to do. He was barely alright just knowing his occupation, if he were to find out the details of this job, he'd be completely done for. This time he couldn't go to his roommate for help, not even mentioning to him that he would be in town.

His labored breath echoed throughout his new apartment, his arms sore with the pain of having carried up boxes from his car. Moving to earth was a lot more trouble than he had originally thought, and he actually had a lot more possessions than he thought he did since he never really spent time at his place back in Hell. He always jumped from job to job, switching between realms so often that he hardly noticed all the time that passed.

The demon lifts his dark gaze to the window that was in the center of the living room wall. A few boxes were in his way, but he could still clearly see the other apartment buildings clustered on the street across from him. He made a mental note to buy curtains.

The neighborhood Scott was now in wasn't the nicest, some of the buildings around it were abandoned and crumbling, but he didn't mind. He just needed his own space, preferably one where his neighbors wouldn't pay him much mind, maybe just a friendly nod in the hallway, but overall a place where everyone kept to themselves. With the way Scott dresses, he didn't stick out a lot by living there, if anything he blended in, looking like he belonged to a gang or something.

Without any real reason, Scott looked back at the hoodie laying on his counter. He let out a heavy sigh, wishing the person who had worn it would just walk through the door. Unconsciously, Scott began to walk towards it, smiling sadly at the memories the hoodie held.

Two rings of metal pressed against his lips, his fingers tangled in pitch black hair, one of his hands resting on the back of the hoodie, pulling the other boy close.

Another time when they were lounging on the couch, the boy laying across Scott's lap, Scott played with his hair as soft snores escaped his parted lips.

Scott missed it. The softness against his fingers as he twirled the dark locks, the smile that crawled its way to his lips as their eyes met, the affection that the boy had always been dying to give him. Scott missed it all.

Now, he was alone in an empty apartment. The same town he knew, but it seemed so unfamiliar, the gazes he took at things he had seen dozens of times before seemed confused and unfocused. Like a weight was being pressed onto his shoulders, preventing him from relaxing.

Subconsciously, he wondered if this was how Evan had felt. Often times Scott would catch the boy staring at nothing, his gaze far off as if he wasn't right next to him. Scott understood why he had always done that now, even if at the time it just seemed like an odd habit of his. The boy had always been fairly quiet, often looking down and chewing on his lip rings to calm his nerves.

Scott had never realized how much of a savior he had been to the hybrid. The times that he had met his friends, they all looked at the hybrid differently it seemed, not the way Smitty had looked at him when they first met. It was more of a questioning look that was thrown between Scott and Evan, almost as if they were asking him 'does he know?' Eventually, they must have caught on that Evan hadn't told Scott, nor did he plan to immediately. He didn't want Scott to know, because Scott was the hybrid's normal. He wouldn't ever look at him with pity because of how much he had gone through and was bound to go through, wouldn't hold his tongue about certain topics, small things like that.

He clutched the black hoodie, pulling the dark fabric closer to him, hugging it and angling his head downward, trying to see if it still smelled like Evan. It did.

Alone in his apartment, Scott imagined what it would have been like if things had gone differently just two years ago.

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Using his date's arm as a cushion, Jonathan relaxed as he lazily looked up at the TV that Mason had mounted on the wall, just above his dresser.

On the TV was a random drama, a couple being shown at their wedding, the bride speaking her vows in a hushed tone. Her dressed blossomed around her feet, veil cupping her face as black and white flashbacks faded overtop the main scene. There was heartbreak and love and hate and hurt all mixed up into one as tears welled up in the couple's eyes. The camera panning over the audience, some of which were dabbing at their eyes with handkerchiefs over the emotional scene.

"-sorry, for all that I've done to you, but I would do it all again if it meant that I could stay right here, saying this to you. I'm sorry for all that I've yet to do to you, but I know that as long as our love stays as strong as it has been to get to this point, I know we're gonna make it through. People always tell me that I'll regret making this decision, that if you hurt people you love or if the person you love hurts you then it's not real love, but I think it is. We may have hurt each other, but this here is real love. If you can't have moments of hate, how will you really know if you're experiencing love? Again, I'm sorry for all I've done to you, and all the things I will do to you, but don't you ever think that I want to hurt you, because I don't. I just want this moment to last forever-"

Mason changed the channel, the pair now watching a random action movie. The main character sped around the streets of Paris on a motorcycle, helmet-less as he speedily maneuvered along the streets, being followed by somebody. There was a look of determination etched onto his face.

A silver necklace bounced against his chest as he switched from the road to the sidewalk. Jonathan focused intently on what the pendant was for a few moments until finally he figured it out.

It was a pair of silver wings.