nighttime vigilante

illusionaryash

Fallon knows that face. It’s been scorched in her head for  years, the girl who was her best friend. Of course, until she got adopted, and Fallon was left to rot in that foster home. She stalks up next to her, smirk on her face. “Well, if it isn’t Ashlin Haven,” she puts extra emphasis on the girl’s adopted name. “I’d ask how you are, but I don’t care enough.”

     Ash isn’t really expecting anyone to come up to her,      much less a childhood friend that she hasn’t seen      in what feels like an eternity. But more than anything      she isn’t expecting the anger directed at her. Not      at all. Frowning, she crosses her arms. “What the       fuck crawled up your ass and died?” And why the hell      was her childhood best friend, her only ever best      friend, acting this way?

illusionaryash

Getting away from home, is probably the only thing getting Zoe through the whole ‘roommate’ bit of this school. Also the fact that her roommate isn’t even in there when she gets in, dumping her things on the empty bed. Now she just hopes they don’t come back anytime soon– she could go for a nap.

Most schools don’t give Ash a roommate, not after all the previous incidents. Which were not all her fault. She wasn’t the obnoxious one in any of those situations. In fact, a lot of them were accidents anyways. This year of course, they have her saddled with the new girl. Poor planning on their part. Which is exactly why she comes in through the window instead of through the door.

                                                                                      thelivingshadow

Ash has never actually told anyone about what she does at night. She’s never trusted anyone enough to do it. Never before now.

     But Fang is different,      has been from the beginning.      No one else would see her for      what she was or why she does it.      But he’ll get it. Why she saves people.

  But knowing that doesn’t make   it any easier to form the words   and actually tell him that she’s

             a vigilante. 

And so she sits beside him on her bed, taking a deep breath as she attempts to gather her thoughts before speaking.