devil in disguise

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open starter / ‘halloween literally has to be the worst time of year.’ ellie muttered to herself, visibly (and in a manner some might consider theatrical) disgusted as she wiped the fake blood spatter from her face, wishing she had some gloves or tissue to encase her hand in before touching the cold blobby liquid dripping down her angry features.  did children not realise how not funny it was to throw home made fake blood bombs at people? especially in the face? blood was dirty, and gross and full of disease. there was a reason doctors wore gloves while taking blood, there was a reason for all those health restrictions.  ‘IDIOTS!’ she called out, but the criminals were long gone into the night, laughing in the distance as they left ellie to roll her eyes irritably at the situation.

“I don’t really get the whole Halloween thing,” Josie admitted, the woman’s finger tapping against her arm, rustling the fabric of her oversized military jacket; always restless. Her upbringing wasn’t necessarily the ‘trick or treat!’ bull that most kids got to experience. Still, she was willing to at least show up to whatever event was coming around the corner. “But I was thinking of going as a zombie hunter – like The Walking Dead. The comic books,” she was quick to add, “not the TV crap.” // OPEN STARTER

        IF THERE WAS ONE HOLIDAY that daxton totally went all out for, it was halloween. christmas was a very close second, but halloween was always number one. something about dressing up, and the candy, and the whole spirit of the day was nostalgic to him. it reminded him of when he was younger, him and his sister just going door to door and then him eventually accompanying her when he was too old trick-or-treat himself. “i personally love it, but different strokes for different folks you?” he offered with a smile, nodding his head as he motioned to her, “that would be cool! you could be clementine from the video game series, she’s bad ass.”

valentina diaz as selena and daxton chung as westley

@missvalentina​ // valentina 001 (closed starter)

“come follow me, i promise that i’ll take you there.”

Tomas felt like a doll at the hands of the woman across from him. She could have honestly killed him and he would have thanked her. He blinked watching as she wrapped his hand with a rag, which he had hoped was clean – but what did he care at this point – and then it finally registered that she was speaking to him. A soft, pathetic laugh escaped his lips all delayed reactions to the things she said previously. 

“Yeah – I may look like a twig but I am stronger than I look, at least physically,” Tomas mumbled the last part more so to himself. “It’s been a long day, I – something isn’t right with me and it all just I don’t know feels weird, like there is something I’m missing that’s right under my nose and my dreams,” he vaguely remembered the lights, but he somehow understood it was the root of all this happening to him. “I don’t think you’d care so I’ll shut up, thanks for the help,” he motioned to his hand and gave her another weak smile. 

IN A SENSE, SHE SORT of felt bad for tomas, and something in her didn’t want to prey on his fragile state in the moment. there were plenty other men out there who deserved to be pounced on in a vulnerable state, but not him, valentina may have been a stone cold bitch sometimes but there was a part of her deep down that was still human....somewhere. so as she wrapped the rag around his hand to at least aid to stop some bleeding, she sighed as she looked at him. “more than meets the eye, huh? that makes two of us.” valentina more-so muttered the last part, but a smirk stayed on her lips, she had to say it was impressive in a sense. 

“YOU AND HALF THE TOWN it seems, everyone is acting super weird and it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.” she explained with a roll of her cat-like eyes, glancing down at the rag now stained with blood, which made her raise a brow back up at his face, “what we aren’t going to do, is throw a pity party. you kind of fucked up your hand, i don’t think a diner rag is going to do much help to aid it. maybe we should stop by an ER or something, or i could stitch it up for you, i’m a total wiz with a needle and thread...i even made this crop i have on.” and she motioned to the shirt that clung onto her frame, smirking as she tilted her head to the side before her finger came up to push his chin up, “whatever’s going on, you gotta get it together, this town only has so many rags and coffee mugs.” she noted with a wink, tapping the end of his nose for good measure.

as  surprised  as  she  was  to  see  valentina  standing  before  her ,  she  was  relieved .  for  whatever  reason—  she  felt  like  she  could  SLEEP  with  the  other  watching  over  them .  eyes  becoming  heavier  almost  immediately  ;  a  almost  dazed  look  in  her  eyes  as  she  squinted  against  the  sunrise .  ‘ the  fuss  being  a  dead  twelve  year  old .  this  is  a  goddamn  clean  up  not  a  rescue  mission .  ’  the  harsh  words  leaving  her  lips  before  she  could  use  her  brain  and  think  of  WHO  happened  to  be  around  to  hear  them .  major  stupidity  leak .   fuck ,  she  whispers  underneath  her  breathe ,  turning  towards  the  family  member  who  was  already  putting  space  between  them  and  himself .   now  she  felt  even  more  exhausted .  dew  leaning  into  the  other .  resting  her  chin  against  their  shoulder  in  a  pathetic  hug .  ‘  i’m  happy  you’re  here…  next  time ,  just  bite  out  my  tongue  will you ? ’

     THERE WAS A FAR away look in her eyes, one that she’d seen on several people in town, and she wondered for a moment if the girl had looked into whatever headlight bullshit people were talking about. there were few people that valentina had a soft spot for, because showing weakness was a flaw that got you hurt, and she refused to be that vulnerable...but, dew was one of the few she sometimes made exceptions for. “at least finding a body would wake me up-” pausing, she glanced over to see the man they were with already acting like they’d run over his damn dog or something, and she rolled her eyes at him before glancing back towards dew just in time to feel the weight of the petite girl pushed against her in a hug. “don’t tempt me with a good time.” valentina couldn’t help but tease, to cut the softness out of the moment before giving her a small squeeze and letting go, linking their arms together, “now, let’s get this shit show over with, hopefully someone won’t be a TOTAL BUZZKILL on the morning adventure.” and she pointed aimed her words over her shoulder to the man in their group, before shooting dew a little smile in turn.

 he  couldn’t  help  but  laugh  at  her  description  of  what  the  people  in  this  town  looked  like.  she  was  so  spot  on,  the  smile  was  inevitable.  ❝  whatever  it  is  that’s  gotten  into  them,  i  hope  it  doesn’t  let  up  anytime  soon.  have  you  tried  fucking  with  them?  some  of  'em  just  stare  right  through  you.  it’s  great.  ❞  the  residents  of  deacon  falls  had  a  long  tradition  of  being  fucking  weird,  bowie  knew,  but  this  was  a  new  level  of  weird.  he  was  hoping  he’d  get  to  indulge  in  it  a  little  bit  longer.  

 ❝  asking  would  just  ruin  the  appeal.  i  don’t  care  why  they’re  acting  this  way  as  long  as  they  keep  on  providing  adequate  entertainment.  ❞  he  says,  holding  up  a  finger  to  indicate  he’d  be  back  in  a  second,  before  getting  up  and  going  to  one  of  the  people  ambling  around,  waving  a  hand  in  front  of  their  face.  

 ❝  nothing.  fucking  incredible.  ❞    he  says,  turning  to  her  with  a  grin  on  his  face.

“IF YOU THINK I HAVEN’T been considering fucking with people, you obviously need to hang around me a bit more. this is like shooting fish in a barrel, a bit too easy, i’m just hoping this isn’t some too good to be true bullshit.” the raven haired beauty explained with a pout of her plump petals, head cocking to the side as she glanced up at him a bit. this almost seemed a bit too easy, like a lion who was being tempted with a huge steak only for it to be filled with poison pellets. still, she couldn’t help but want to scratch that itch of taking advantage of the opportunities that so beautifully were laid at her feet. 

Nothing had ever been the same since Tomas had caught the glimpse of the deadlights – something he didn’t even realize he knew the name of until he was hit with them. The last thing on his mind though was trying to figure out why he knew that information. He sat in the same spot he always sat in at the coffee shop – side to the window – but idly thumbed the now lukewarm coffee mug. Every time he closed his eyes flashes of his dreams hit him repeatedly. 

Himself dead, a pool of blood surrounding him.

Alexander dead.

Other people he hadn’t even met yet but felt so familiar – dead. 

He didn’t snap out of whatever funk he was in till he smashed the mug in his hand. 

“Fuck – fuck, shit,” He looked down as the coffee pooled all over the table and blood on his hands, blood and coffee dripping onto him. Tomas clenched and unclenched his jaw, he couldn’t cry that was a cowards move. No one around him seemed to care either, and at that moment Tomas felt nothing more than alone.

AFTER DOING THAT SEARCH party bullshit, which was a total bust by the way and not nearly as thrilling as she thought, coffee was pretty much a need to get through the day before her shift tonight. everyone was bugging out, and frankly, it was really harshing her mood considering nothing exciting had even really happened. still, she was trying to find the fun in the storm, the way that people were seemingly spaced out and vulnerable seemed promising enough anyways. pushing through the double doors of the coffee shop, she placed her typical vanilla latte order with soy at the counter, handing over her credit card before glancing around to scan the place.

THAT’S WHEN SHE SAW THOMAS, he looking like a damn ticking time bomb as he spaced out, making her roll her eyes before getting her card back and grabbing her drink. although, her attention was once again drawn back over to the boy at the loud crack of a clay mug, brows shooting up as she made her way over, “well hot damn, didn’t know you had brute strength...” and then her gaze say the crimson tint of blood as it moved along the stream of coffee, “hellooo, earth to thomas, you’re totally riding a crimson wave there. wake the fuck up.” she said, snapping a few times before sighing, grabbing a rag off a nearby bussing tub and then grabbing the wrist of the injured hand and wrapping it, “jesus man, you look like hell.”

another  name .  another  search  party .  it  felt  wrong  but  she  wished  she  could  forget  the  names  and  faces .  the  ones  on  the  missing  posters  and  the  ones  in  her  nightmares .  she  wished  her  brother  wouldn’t  have  signed  her  up  for  such  a  futile  thing .  everyone  knew  they  don’t  come  back  once  they’re  gone .  waking  up  at  six  in  the  morning  to  shout  their  syllables  into  an  EMPTY  forest  wouldn’t  stop  their  fates .  with  a  sigh ,  she  looked  down  at  the  photo  given  to  all  volunteers .  a  pretty ,  young  thing .  black  hair  and  green  eyes .  dew  stuffed  it  into  her  back  pocket  ,  shaking  her  head  as  she  walked  to  her  zone .  it’d  be  her ,  the  person’s  uncle ,  and —–   ‘   by  god , i…  did  not  expect  to  see  you  here  and  awake  before  noon .  ’                 /  IT  EVENT  OPEN  ! 

      GOD, WHY DID SHE THINK this would be a good idea? everyone in this town was seemingly rocked by something, a shift in the air, a sharpness in the breeze as she trudged through dry leaves under her ugg boots. valentina was not a morning person by any means, but she figured if she was going to feed off the vulnerable spirits inhabiting the town...this would be the place to do it. arms crossed she didn’t even really look at the picture she was given for more than a few moments, funny enough the girl sort of looked like her. glancing over whenever she saw dew approaching, at least she wouldn’t be stuck with some whining little fuck to deal with in the early hours of the day. besides, this older guy was really annoying her with all the staring in her direction, “trust me, i didn’t either.” she huffed, shaking her head as she felt the stray hairs of the bun atop her head tickle the back of her neck, “but i figured i’d see what all this fuss was about.”

 ❝  i  dunno  about  you,  but  i’m  having  the  time  of  my  fuckin’  life  right  now.  ❞  he  says,  glancing  over  at  valentina  with  a  smile  on  his  face.  he  was  stoked,  watching  all  these  people  losing  their  minds.  ❝  they’re  all  runnin’  around  like  chickens  with  their  heads  cut  off.  ❞ // @missvalentina​

His fingers gripped a little too tightly around the missing poster, slightly crumbling the sides in the process, his hands beginning to shake and he reread the paper over and over again. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way the one person he had began to become close to in the town was actually missing, the one person he felt overly drawn towards as if they had somehow, somewhere, known each other before they had even met. His throat felt tight, eyes moist with the threat of tears. Why did it hurt THIS much? Why was his heart beginning to race with a sense of dread, an oddly familiar sense. Kevin didn’t even realize he had customers staring at him, he couldn’t be bothered to work at a time like this, and besides they should understand that he was hurting; couldn’t they see it? Couldn’t they SEE what was happening around them? Something was seriously wrong. His job didn’t matter to him right now, in fact if he lost it he wouldn’t be bothered. He had to find Alexander, he had to, he couldn’t let him go before even beginning to figure out what it was about him that so strongly drew him towards him.

       SOMETHING IN THE AIR had certainly changed after those bright lights, not that she could exactly put her manicured finger on it, valentine had always lived in a world of chaos anyways so this feeling...it sort of excited her. she could see the body language of this guy, the way his fingers curled tightly around a piece of paper, the edges cumbling under the pads of his digits. it was like she was honed in on him, not that he was paying much attention anyways, seemingly in a world of his own as she watched him. the way his eyes began to mist over, tears brimming on the brink, she raised a brow as she crossed her arms. something was going on in his head, and god she was wished that she knew what it was, she wanted to know what had this power over him to make him seemingly fall to pieces right in the middle of the room.

      FINALLY, VALENTINA WALKED OVER to the guy, clearing her throat as she got closer, “hey there, you alright?” the dark haired beauty asked in a voice that was seemingly sweet, head lulling to the side as she motioned to the paper in his hands, “what’s going on, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?” she offered with a raise of her brow, eyes sparkling a bit as she looked from the paper and back to his face, “maybe you need a little air??”

WHERE: the bar

WHEN: 2 AM aka closing time

IT WAS FAIRLY common to deal with drunken men at the bar who didn’t know their limits, but valentina never had a problem taking care of business, especially when they thought they could overpower the petite beauty. “listen buddy, i’ve told you about a bazillion times, we are closed for the night. cash has been counted, my feet fucking hurt, and i’m really not in the mood.” she explained cooly, pushing her jet black locks over her shoulders as she cocked her brow at him, clearly unamused as he rambled on about one more shot. while she loved when a grown man begged, in fact it made her body almost vibrate, she was too tired from a long shift to deal with his bullshit. so, she walked out from behind the bar and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, “the longer you stay in here, the longer i’m stuck in this mold motel, got it gramps?” and she was planning on trying to peacefully push him out the door when his hands wandered, making her smirk before twisting his wrist in a quick snap.

“PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME TELL you one more time...” and with that she harshly shoved him out the door, standing in the frame as she watched him stumble and scurry away into the night with a hawk like gaze on him, devious twinkle glimmering in her eyes as she smiled. it wasn’t until someone lurking caught her attention and she glanced over, shrugging her shoulders as she smoothed out her shirt, “he was pissing me off.”