The Window Down The Hall

Chapter One - Just the two of us

       He smiled. Blood on his stark white teeth, face stained with green symbols. The morning sun was fading, disappearing over the horizon of the endless depth of ocean. The sky burned, burned red and yellow, orange, pink, purple, red again. He looked over at her, her face dazzling with ecstaticity, like sparks running across her face. Her blonde hair was pink from the crimson blood, her freckles masked over by it as well. The wind whipped through his messy, sickly green hair, hers billowing in the wind, the top of their convertible lost in somewhere he did not know. They smiled. They smiled. They smiled, for the men of red and blue had not seen them in those hours. The lights of the city flickered on like fireflies in the dark one by one, the moon rising over the ocean as the convertible rolled to a stop on the beige sand. There was there they sat, their hysterical laughter bubbling into the fresh midnight air, their passenger's skin glowing a silver hue, laid in the backseat of their convertible, as they danced and fluttered away, their feet nimble, synced, and smooth on the grit of the sandy beach.

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      "Miles?" Her voice rang through the summer air, carrying along the wafting air of her home like a songbird soaring through the sky. She was breathtaking, her strawberry blonde hair seeming to give a highlighted kiss to each one of the freckles sprayed like blueberries on a bush over her delicately arched nose bridge. She seemed to float across the brown, shiny tile flooring rather than stepping. "What is it, honey?" Another voice rung in the still, silent house. His voice was slightly rougher, although still smooth. Some form of accent dusted over his words. 

      The girl's pale, sparkling hands slid into his. His skin tone was a shocking contrast from hers, a bronze, smooth sheen undertone giving a gentle caress to his light, chocolate esque skin color. His hair was green, like grass after a fresh rainfall. It was, for lack of better word, fluffy like a cloud in the sky, or a dandelion's seeds scattered in the wind of a field. He smiled at her, his teeth rested in his mouth, unnaturally stark white, pearls inside of a darkened sea. His eyes were a maroon color, not quite brown, but not exactly anything else, either. They seemed to glow with vibrancy and life, love for simply existing in this world. They seemed to stir with pure, raw, uncut passion, passion that was like fire in a forest, setting his soul ablaze at all times. He ran his bronze hands across her pale skin to cup her sparkling face, staring into her eyes with adoration that was unmistakably genuine. Her voice erupted into the still, soundless home once again, the sun spilling in through the curtained windows, onto the furniture and over seemingly everything inside their living room. "We have to make a house call today, remember?" She asked, her lightning blue eyes staring back into his own. 

      "Of course. How could I forget?" He remarked, moving like a fish through the water, seamlessly and gracefully. "Atlas, mind grabbing the supplies?" He asked, and she gladly obliged, her feet soundlessly hitting the floor as she skipped along the tiles. Miles seemed to hum, pulling a dentist's mask over his nose and mouth, delicately adjusting it to fit him. He grasped the latex gloves as well, placing the indigo blue rubber over his hands, before finally putting a snow, crisp white doctor-style coat over his shoulders as well. Atlas soon appeared from around the hallway corner, holding a large, black briefcase. She was dressed similarly to him, and their blue hands slid into each other's like snakes, their grins slowly turning, clock hands ticking into wide, covered toothy grins, pythons winding around their faces. They turned and walked, gliding across the floor, blue hands held together by pure force, leaving their wooden, suburban home and strolling to their black beetle of a vehicle, the interior much the same. Their hands broke apart for a few moments to slide into the convertible, the top removed and somewhere neither of them were aware of. 

        "Well, I suppose we should be off, then. What did our client for today mention her issues were? I've forgotten, songbird." Miles asked, turning into an expensive, exquisite looking neighborhood, the buildings posh and pristine, immaculately structured, delicate. "She mentioned kidney pain, especially, and too many dogs barking at night, keeping her awake." Atlas replied, her voice being nearly carried off completely into the distance because of the wind whipping through her hair and face. Her voice was like honey to the ears, sweet, smooth, and undoubtedly soothing.