We Need To Talk - Gawsten [probably]

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"Bye, love you hun," I spoke to Geoff before getting in the car. He smiled down to me.

"Love you too," he smiled. "Hey, how about when you get home for work we could-" then he paused. "Right-" he signed. Tomorrow we get married and out of tradition or whatever this would be the last time we see each other until the wedding. I don't like it but his family wanted it.

"Yeah, id love to just walk in and just hug tackle you but I can't. That makes me grrr," I told. He gave into a chuckle. Cute.

"Yeah yeah, after how about that?" He smiled.

"Yes of course." I agreed. "But what about during?" I teased.

"I'd let you but that's not very perfesional is it?" He asked.

"Nope. But, I love you, I might just have to," I teased. He leaned in the side and kissed my head. I defiantly smiled. There was no way I could stick to the protical of not falling in love when this man exists.

"Go, or you'll be late for work," he smirked. I put my hand to my chest pretending to be offended.

"You act like you want me to leave," I spoke. A small giggle escaped him. HD ruffled my fading blue hair once and spoke, "Go," but it wasn't controlling. I would be in a lot of trouble for being late anyway.

"Yes dear," I told pulling out of the driveway. The ride is long in my opinion. Not too long but just long enough to keep my family safe. Probably about an hour.

So I drive.
And drive..
And... Drive...

Until I'm there. Parking the car next to the building.
Strange  and Runaway Creators Rehabilitation
Its less of a rehabilitation then a "special creators" prison. Like what Ryan is. He went to one of these. Brendon got him out.

I don't do the same sort of thing everyone else does here. You'll see once the plot thickens. Its funnier to have the reader wait rather then understand. Funnier to have them guess.

I step out of the car. Taking the only things necessary I guess. My keys and my phone. That's really it I think. Anything else is in my office. I started my way.

Pushing open the doors I see what I do every morning. People with power dameners. And creators with what they need to make them seem human. Angles with back straps. Wearwolfs with muzzles. You only come here if you've done bad. Reading some of their records is quite the experience. One that I'd rather not do again.

"Boss wants to see you." One of my coworkers, Spencer called out. I nodded once before there was a loud crash. I wipped my attention around quickly. An angel with red tipped white wings broke free of the neck chain and back brace.

"Let gO OF ME!" He screamed. Without thinking I reached my hand over taking Spencers long taser. Basically a taser gun but it kinds has like tase bullets? Anyway, I quickly aimed as the newly freed angel broke out his claws and growled.

Without a second thought I took the shot. The angel let out a whimper and fell to the ground hard. Handing the gun back to Spencer as they re-chained him. His hair made him look familiar. Black fringe in center and red shaved all around.

"Franks been a lot of trouble these past few days." Spencer told. I nodded once. Frank. Interesting. I've heard stories from coworkers about him before. Bad ones. Like, really really bad. He's one of the higher class angels though. "Boss." He reminded. I nodded before semi running to the stairs. I'm already late so its better if I go fast.

I knocked on the door once before opening it. "Sir," I spoke walking in.

"Knight," he spoke my last name. His feet up on the table. I took a small nod in response. His desk was a mess. Papers everywhere. But he liked it like that for some reason. His boots nearly where at the kicking part for the name tag that wrote Ronnie Radke on the desk. "I hear your getting married tomorrow," he spoke. His spiked black hair was kinda everywhere. "That's nice,"

"Tis," I spoke carefully.

"Anyway, before I can find your list can you check on the vampires downstairs?" He asked. I nodded, of course. No one tells Ronnie no. Last time that happened was with his android that deviated. "Good," he spoke, pulling his feet off the desk. I stepped back out while he turned to his computer. I've never really done anything with the vampires. So, this might get interesting.

Walking down and threw the main area, it felt like someone was watching me. But no one was whenever I'd turn around. I tried to forget about it but it was just- upsetting. In a way. But never the less, I have to do my job. Walking into the dark area I flicked on the light. Two clipboards laid on the table next to me. One name per paper on the clipboard. I picked up the first one.

Gerard Way
Birth: unknown
Type: vampire
Danger: high
Notes: he has very quick mood swings and very aggressive. Often mentions a "frank" or "Mikey". Do not engage in questions about them. He will get hostile and try to kill if certain memories are triggered.
Do not shock. When punishing or telling him to back off if you shock it will make it worse.

I looked under it for his picture. They submit one from before they came. He has shoulder length greasy black hair. Very pale. Small amounts of red or black rimming his eyes. He looked almost expressionless in this image. He wore a black button up shirt and a red tie.

I took mental notes before looking at the other.

Peter Wentz
Birth: unknown
Type: vampire
Danger: high
Notes: he isn't as much aggressive as he is protective. If he grows a bond he will do anything in his power to protect. Though he has paranoid thoughts and actions. Will randomly stutter out things about "Trick", "Andy", or "Joe". Do not ask about them. He will try to kill you or go into hysterics.

I looked down to the picture. He has a short black fringe and brown eyes. He looks to be angry or growling in this image so his fangs are visible. His outfit is chosen to be a black and white stripped shirt, black zip up jacket and red scarf.

Taking note of him as well I go to the door keeping us apart. Then slowly press it open.