Stardust Soul || Joshler

Chapter 3

TW: Gore and death.

Tyler reluctantly followed Josh down the winding alleyways, taking in the fresh air while it lasted. Tyler had no idea how he, a lousy spirit could enjoy fresh air but, he loved it while it lasted.

Joshua didn't say a word to Tyler, he ignored his presence. Little did he know Tyler was learning.

He wasn't learning about the whole AR world to get used to it, no. He was learning it to escape. Joshua was too stupid and stuck up to understand that.

Joshua pranced through the alleyways, comfortably dominating the place. He belonged there. In the shadows.

"Joshua, we have been walking around for an hour, what are you going to do?" Tyler suddenly asked, breaking the silence. As much as he hated Joshua, the silence was too much to bear and he had to talk to someone.

"Shhhh, I'm close," Joshua responded, pushing Tyler back away from the corner of the alley with his hand. Joshua peered around the corner, stealthily stalking his prey.

Tyler couldn't suppress his giggles.

"That's what she said." Tyler responded, letting his giggling run wild. Joshua slowly cranked his head backward and glared at Tyler silently, shooting daggers.

The darkness in his eyes stopped Tyler from laughing almost immediately. Joshua peered back around the corner, slowly reaching for his pistol. Tyler skipped around so he could stand in the alleyway, looking at what Joshua was stalking clearly.

Tyler forgot no one could see him but jackass Joshua.

This thought made Tyler growl.

Joshua was stalking a boy, about 13, running through the alleyways hanging up clothing. his clothes were dirty and ragged, but still he was happy. His auburn hair blew in the slight breeze, as he softly hummed.

"I stalk the poorest part of the city because they won't be missed." Joshua interrupted.

Tyler reeled back and spat at Joshua.
"You Bastard! You're gonna kill a child? How could you!" Tyler snarled, glaring at Joshua as he stared stolidly back. Tyler couldn't believe anyone could ever be so cold-hearted, and Joshua just continued to surprise him more and more with his brutality.

"And everyone is always missed! He has a family! Money does NOT matter in this situation!" Tyler barked again.

"Get used to it. Most souls are children. They have a longer life expectancy as a soul." Joshua responded, silently pulling out his gun.

Tyler couldn't believe a second ago he was making that's what she said jokes, and now Joshua was going to kill a fucking kid.

And for what? The BLACK MARKET?

Joshua slipped the suppressor onto his pistol swiftly, turning around the corner again.

Tyler was standing right in the alleyway, 20 feet away from the kid. He was amazing, bright and adorable, and soon-

soon he would be decaying.

Tyler had to do something.

"I've been watching this boy for a while. He's home alone right now, so no one will notice he's gone until later. His name is Chase, he takes care of his two little sisters. Single working mother."

"You make him sound human! How could you!" Tyler yelped. He couldn't hold it anymore, tears streamed down his face. "I will do fucking anything if you don't kill that kid. I would stop talking forever. Please." Tyler begged, dropping to his knees. Joshua glared at him while Tyler sobbed, saying nothing. Judging him. Tyler was willing to be fucking tortured, as long as little Chase got to live. Finally, Joshua cleared his throat.