Bright red eyes which shined no matter what kind of film they were hidden behind. His dark hair and skin allowed him to blend into the night so perfectly, that none of his victims saw him coming. His boomer jacket hugged him tightly, the symbol upon his back stood for more than just the word it represented.
It represented his destructive personality.
Always having that old wooden bat, filled with so many crooked nails he could build a house with them, and blood stains so old, the red couldn't be erased with no amount of pressure or cleaning. This was his most prized possession.
He cared not if his jacket was stolen, nor if his glasses could be shattered underneath some strangers boot clad foot, as long as he had that bat, he could care less what happened to the other items.
For this one bat,
was a gift.
That he gained from a friend, that has been missing for about 5 years,
The knock upon his bedroom door woke him from his dream, a slight curse whispering from his lips. His first good dream in such a long time and it had to be ruined by his elder brother. He groaned and started getting out of the comfy bed when the knocking continued.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he growled, stretching slightly. His activities from yesterday caused him quite the lactic build-up, it hurt very much just to walk to the doorway. His fingers curled and pulled the door open to see the smile of his brother, Oliver.
"Bout time you got up," he said, as if trying to threaten him, even though his smile told otherwise, "I made you breakfast, and I'm taking you out today." He grabbed ahold of the tray filled with food and started eating right then and there.
"Why," he asked, a bit confused as to why the Brit would want to take him out on a day like this. The Brits smile disappeared as sadness filled his bright blue eyes.
"A-al, it's that day," he said softly, "You know...when SHE disappeared." Al could feel his heart drop at the very memory of finding out she wasn't anywhere.
~Memory~
He chuckled slightly as he and the pale pink haired girl walked down the sidewalk. Her giggles were amazingly soothing when they entered the American's ears. He felt her hand upon his shoulder as she pushed him slightly, their childish ways always causing them to laugh.
A thought then came to his mind.
"Hey, girly," he called to her, getting the full attention of her bright orange eyes, "Um, you know, we've been hanging out for a while and I, um..." His mind rethink everything that he could do to make this right.
"Al," she called, snapping him back into reality, "What is it?" A smirk appeared upon the American's face, he dipped one shoulder slightly, making him look a bit off centered.
"Your 18th Birthday is coming up tomorrow," he cooed, "And...I was wondering, if I," he gets closer to her, "could be your guy." A bit of silence, followed by a giggle, made this American's heart do flips.
"Alright," she sighed, "But you need to be willing to protect me." She pulled an item from within her coat.
He couldn't help but hug her close. This bat suited him so well.
"Thanks babe," he said, gripping the bat in his hands, "I love the nails, puts a more crazy touch to it."
"I was only thinking of you, Al."
~Back~
"......AL," the British man screamed at him, the red eyes of the American widening when he heard that scream. "You alright little one? You kind of zoned out there for a little bit." Al sighed as he pulled a cigarette out from his pocket and light it.
"I'm just fine," he responded, his gaze going out the window. Oliver watched him for a bit, before realizing the chemicals resting upon his little brothers lips. With a simple flick, he knocked the cigarette out of Al's mouth.
"I've told you before, NO SMOKING INSIDE THE HOUSE!"
He was walking softly down the street, he lost his older brother when they ran into the woman he'd been seeing for over 2 years now. Al couldn't help but scoff, over 2 years of being together and his brother hadn't even gotten close to second base.
But at least he was happy.
Al sighed. He looked around him, even as the clouds were dark and threatening, there was love within it's wrenches. His brother, Vlad, Ludz, everyone around him seemed to find that special psychopath who's tactics were completely off of theirs.
Yet, they could understand their other every second, every day.
He wish he could have someone like that, but the only person who could even get close to that had disappeared. He flinched when he felt something hit his cheek, only to find it wet from a raindrop. He looked up into the darkened sky to find raindrops falling at an exceptional rate.
He ran down the watering street, trying to find a place where he could find shelter till the storm clears up. His shoes, dark and soaking, drove his body forward and into a cozy little store upon the corner. Doubling over, the American tried to catch his breath before he even thought about looking around the little area.
When he regulated his breathing, he heard it.
"Sir, are you alright there," a voice asked, a bit of water spilling, same time as two black boots come into view. Wait a second, black boots, Al felt himself look up, his gaze following the outline of the figure.
It was her.
"Windy," he called jumping up to his feet, "How the hell are you alive?" The woman he used to know gave him a confused look.
"I don't know you sir," she stated fearful, water slightly flowing down her chin, "I'm not giving you that kind of information." Al's eyes reviewed the body which stood before him. He gasped.
Her body was dead. Her pale pink hair was clinging to her skin. Her skin itself was so pale, she looked see through. The water flowed from her mouth, as if it were a hose. Her bright orange eyes that were filled with sparks of life and curiosity, were now dull and cloudy.
He couldn't believe it.
"W-windy," he stated, taking a step towards her, "It's me. Al, the guy who'd promise to protect you." Confusion sketched across her features, before it melted, turning to remembrance then into bright burning anger.
"Get out," she called.
"But," the American started to argue.
"I said GET OUT," she screamed, pushing him out of the door and onto the street. The American man slipped upon the wet surface and landed face first upon the cold sidewalk. His glaring red eyes looked up to watch her turn around and walk away from the locked door, her posture slumped and curled as she cried into her hands.
A smirk appeared upon his lips.
"You remember me Windy," he thought out loud, "and it's only a matter of time before you're mine again."
He brushed his hair back as best as he could, his tongue going in between the gap he had just gotten, tasting the sweet metallic taste of blood. He still couldn't believe his brothers had set up a date for him, he had just found out that his girl was still alive last week....
Even if her body said otherwise.
"Come on Al," called his elder brother, "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting!" Al groaned.
"But Oliver, I don't wanna go on a date," he whined, "Windy's alive, she just seems to hate me." Oliver sighed.
"I thought we discussed this already," the elder said sadly, reaching his freckled hands to fix the younger brothers shirt collar, "You need to move on."
"I will not," he growled, grabbing the others hands and throwing them away, "You weren't there, you didn't see her! You don't miss her like I do!" He walked past him, anger filing his head.
"Al, where are-"
"You don't need to worry about me," he growled, his left hand grabbing his trusty bat by the door, "I'm just chasing a memory."
With that he left, curses slipping past his lips as he swung his bat against every static thing. Mailboxes, fences, flower pots, nothing would ever escape his angers rath. He brought the bat up to swing a tree which held a wasps nest, when a figure grabbed a hold of the bat.
"Hey, give it ba-" he froze when he turned to see her, her pale grip tight upon the bat. Sadness was filled in her eyes as she examined the simple tool.
"You still kept this," she asked, a bit of water escaping past her lips. Al just nodded, "After all this time, you've kept this..." She looked up at him. "Do you want to know what happened?"
A bit taken back by her question, he timidly shook his head, a bit curious as to why she was like this. She sighed.
"It was that night, after you bid me good night. I traveled into my room, only to find 2 other figures there. They tied my hands behind my back, put a sack over my head, and dragged me out," at this Al felt anger fill him more, he wanted to kill the people who did this, "They dragged me out onto a cliff, right above the ocean."
"They've heard about how I could change into a mermaid, so instead of jut throwing me in, they tied weights to my ankles to keep my feet apart. They tossed me in, and left me to drown."
"Even though I died, I was still proclaimed the representation of Atlantis. I woke up to people dragging me out, but I felt cold, very cold. They took me to the hospital, in which they took the time to even explain to me what was going on. They said everything about me will be in my now drowned state. The biggest pain is that my lungs, throat, mouth, everything will always be filled with water. I thought I could simply forget you and not see you again, but fate had other plans"
"I know you've noticed it," she said sadly, tears starting to appear on her eyes, "I saw the way you looked at me. The truth is, I'm not even considered one of what I used to be anymore. Everyone picks on me, tortures me all because I'm suppose to be dead. I can't die, no matter how much I want to. No matter how much, I wish I could."
Al watched as she crumbled onto the ground, her hands covering her eyes as tears rushed drown her cheeks. He felt his heart tug towards her, causing him to let out a sigh before crouching down and enveloping her into a hug. She didn't push him away, instead she turned into him, her sobs causing his jacket and shirt to become soaked.
"I basically promised to protect you," he said softly, "I failed at protecting you from drowning that day, and from all the criticism you got before but, if you wanted, I could protect you from all to come." She backed away from him, a small smile appearing as she wiped her eyes.
"I'd like that," she whispered, "to start where we left off." Al nodded, getting up slowly before handing a hand to her.
"Now," he said when she got up, "why don't I take you on a well deserved first date?" He smiled as she giggled.
"That sounds amazing," she cooed, grabbing his hand and cuddling close. Even when her cold skin made contact with his, he didn't flinched. It was still as soft as he remembered.
This was her. The woman who he'd protect from now till the end of his time. The one who understood him, and he understood her. The one who made his heart melt. The one who gave him his most prized possession.
And it wasn't just his Nail filled,
Dark wood,
Bloody Bat.
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