c h a o s r i s i n g

         apparently  taking  a  hint  is  not  a  power  that  the  werewolf  possesses.   his  eye  twitches  as  she  sits  down  beside  him,  finishing  his  quiz  before  tucking  his  phone  into  his  pocket.   her  annoyance  has  drawn  inspiration.    “  what  would  make  me  feel  better.  ”    he  repeats  her  question,  fingers  tapping  idly  against  his  own  knee.   “  SNAPPING  your  clavicle,  for  starters.  ”    he  uses  his  enhanced  strength  to  snap  the  arm  off  the  bench,  turns  and  shoves  it  straight  into  her  shoulder.   before  she  has  a  chance  to  scream,  he  grabs  her  by  the  arm  and  teleports  them  away.   they  land  in  an  abandoned  alley,  the  demon  letting  her  hit  the  ground  as  he  throws  his  head  back  and  laughs.   “   oooh,  you  were  so  right.   i  feel  SO  much  better.   i  know  i  said  i  was  going  to  snap  something  …  but  what  can  i  say  ?    i  like  to  improvise.  ”

Jett was under the assumption she’d get a answer and maybe that would normalize the conversation a bit. She didn’t anticipate the broken bench piece to b e used against her. The sudden action of it being driven into her flesh would have gotten a scream once the feeling of the air being sucked out of her lungs lifted but he didn’t allow it. At least not till she was on her back on the ground in some dirty alley. Blood oozed from the wound she clutched a hand to it while her face twisted up in pain. Christ. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Jett questioned in a breath. Her kindness had been trampled upon like nothing but a note lost under someone’s shoe. Now she was regretting it as the pain clearly pointed out how unnecessarily naive she could be. More mad at herself or at him? The pup wasn’t sure. Despite it she sat up a bit in a half assed attempt to scoot herself backward and out of harms reach.  

          the  demon’s  in  a  mood.   his  little  jaunt  into  the  underworld  was  just  enough  to  give  him  a  taste  of  what  freedom  was  like  and  now  that  they’re  back  in  san  francisco  ?  now  that  they’re  stuck  again  ?  he’s  on  edge.   he’s  supposed  to  be  picking  up  chinese  food  for  dinner  but  since  aster  hadn’t  called  the  food  in,  he  has  to  WAIT.    his  mood  has  quickly  escalated  from  bad  to  worse,  only  exacerbated  by  the  person  trying  to  make  small  talk  with  him.   there  are  at  least  thirteen  ways  he  could  murder  her  using  the  laces  on  his  shoes  and  he’s  debating  just  that  as  she  speaks.   “  no.  ”   his  response  is  automatic.   he  doesn’t  even  look  at  her.   he’d  rather  take  buzzfeed  quizzes  about  what  90′s  sitcom  he  is  than  chit-chat  about  the  weather.   “  keep  walking,  toto.  ”     he’d  smell  a  werewolf  anywhere.   they’re  slightly  more  durable  than  humans  but  not  much  better  as  far  as  the  demon’s  concerned.   

“Well you see it looks like you could use the company,”  the pup insisted while she had situated herself beside the guy. He looked unsettled and it didn’t occur to her that she was the root cause of such a attitude. Maybe it was the season or someone had totally ticked him off. There could be a multitude of reasons for a sour note. “Oh come on-” Jett dismissed her own dismal with a wave of her hand. “What would make you feel better?”

“You did?! Did it hurt when you tried it cause I have heard that walking or running into walls can be quite painful” She couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape from her lips. “Purgatory? Now that would be quite scary indeed.”

“I have a bruise. Nothing crazy.” Nothing she would need to see a doctor or a hospital for.  All was well in the end she supposed. “It would so I’m better thinking we were in some twisted hallucination induced by God knows what.”

as she feels herself satisfied, she turns from the restaurant window and finally faces the girl. naturally giving her a look up and down— and not trying to hide it. why should she? “yeah, is this home to you?”

“It is now,” the pup answered with a light shrug of small shoulders. It wasn’t before but it had to do now. “Trying that whole independence thing ya know? What about you? You from here or no?”

every time someone mentioned the name casper, she would instantly think that’s my cat’s name, but of course she rarely disclosed that. she shrugs her shoulders, lips momentarily pursing together as she muses in thought. “well, can you really die if it’s in a dream?” that’s at least what she was thinking herself, anyway.

“Uh...Guess not.” That was a fair opinion. Dreams were just imagination. Little pictures your brain thought up while you slept off the day. Made sense. “Either way it’s over. Thank whatever god you may.”

whatever response the guy behind the counter was supposed to give was one for future historians to wonder about. instead, there was a grunt of pain as he fell to the floor and harlow stood there, looking from him up to the girl. “he owed me something,” as if that was reason enough. for her it was. “don’t mind me.” the demon shrugged as she started to pour herself a drink. 

Jett felt a chill course down her spine when the man fell. She glanced over the counter to see him there  on the floor and then eyes fixated themselves on the blonde.There was a weird touch of familiarity that was....dark. Something about it was like a sticky blackness that she wanted to shake off. “Wasn’t very cool of you,” the pup commented softly.

“SPECIAL? who’s saying my opinion is special?” teasing question. sure, he thought his opinion on death of all things was special, yet for this one time. it was something that planted some doubt in the reaper’s head. “let’s just say death and i are quite familiar with each other.” 

“That’s how some people view their opinions,” Jett reasoned. Some higher than other’s and that was for reasons of their very own she figured. “Doesn’t sound pleasant.”

            “ no.  ”   his  lips  twitch.   “  it  wasn’t  like  that,  not  exactly.  ”   how  to  explain  it  …   “  for  awhile,  it  was  just  as  the  world  was  before  …  the  buildings  were  the  same,  everything  just  the  way  it  looked  for  those  who  were  still  among  the  living.  except  there  was  no  one  else  with  me.   i  was  the  only  one  present.  ”   the  loneliness  hadn’t  been  foreign  to  him  given  the  centuries  that  he  spent  daggered  but  it  was  its  own  kind  of  prison.   “  it  was  only  when  the  other  side  started  to  collapse  that  i  saw  anyone  else  and  i  can’t  say  it  was  a  fond  experience.  ”   getting  dragged  into  hell  ?   truly  not  his  finest  moments.    “  this  isn’t  like  that  at  all.  ”

“Oh..” Jett’s expression went from amusement to a sort of shame for her comment. It ended up resulting in a type of sadness for what he had to endure. That sucked. She had her share of demons like anyone else, but trapped alone? It sounded like a persons worst nightmare. At least to her. “Sorry to hear. It’s a good thing you’re back though right? Was it hard to adjust?”

Jett had admittedly not locked lips with many. She wasn’t the sort to have casual physical contact, but the woman could help her she thought. She could be someone to have in her back pocket for another day and her soft lips pressed gently to her own were favorable anyway. A hand rested at the woman’s wait while a curious other snaked up under her shirt on the other side. It was experimental even while the wolf pup sighed contently. Maybe  it wasn’t a bad call to remember for another time either...

“you’re not special, snowflake.” alistair said once he let his glass down. the taste of the scotch extending through his tongue. “more than one person thought the same,” which had been something odd to the reaper– not that he sat too much to ponder on the possibility. life and death were an endless loop for him. “in case you hadn’t noticed, half this town were ghosts already. maybe we are,” a shrug, “who’s to say we’re even having this conversation right now?” 

“Hey hard to say,” Jett responded with a shrug of her shoulders. Thing were always pretty nuts around here she found. Even if it was fairly new to the pup. Death at least was not. “What has you having a special opinion on death hm?”

“third chance for some, maybe even forth. Does it matter though? It’s hella apparent people don’t change.”

“Oh I knew that. People are how people are. I don’t even think this weird dream or whatever it was will shake them up for long. Hey, you wanna get a milkshake or something?”

         “  i’ve  been  a  ghost.  or  something  close  to  it.  ”   he’s  not  sure  what  you’d  call  the  other  side.  he  was  dead,  trapped  in  isolation,  but  it  hadn’t  felt  like  he  was  a  ghost.  “ …  it  wasn’t  like  this.  ”

“Yikes, really? Could you go through walls?” The blonde picked off a corner of her sweet treat as she looked at him with interest. That was a new starter to a chat. “Hypothetically we’re all dead. Dead hearts, dead souls....technicalities.”

“Are you saying that all of San Francisco has become just one big ghost town. If we are ghosts then we will be able to walk through walls, do you wanna test that?”

“Girlfriend I already did-” Jett was unashamed of that small bit of news. So it was worth a go. Kind of like when she tried to walk through the harry potter platform in London that one marvelous year. You know how that went. “Maybe this is purgatory. Shit if I know.”

behind the bar at pandemonium she glances up at the female who decides to sit on the counter. she’s working but as there’s no current customers? she listens to what she has to say. “that’s an.. interesting theory.” she chuckles. “how’s being ghost?”

“Well I am no casper so not much has changed,”  Jett offered. She was probably out of her element within the confines of the Pandemonium but she didn’t consider that tiny detail. “What’s your theories?”

despite that confirmation from the stranger, she was apparently still trying to search for flaws in her reflection. it was merely something she’d add to her collection of torment for her vessel; mary. oh how she loved to provide more reasons to mentally torture the dark witch in the back of her mind. “totally nuts.” she mindlessly agrees as she pulls her lower lids down. “i was running away from a mummy and this tree came out of nowhere. ruined my fun.” that was mostly what she was pissed about. it was rude, if anything.

“Imagine  we live in a city where that statement isn’t insane,” Jett chuckled. Mummies and portals and then hey look the sky is falling? It was so incredulous she was starting to think that yeah she had fabricated it somehow. Somehow. “Well at least we’re home now or whatever.”