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Heavy breathing echoed in the otherwise silent midnight. Leaning over a crumpled corpse, a young girl of only 19 stood knife in hand, wicked smile plastered over her features. Blane was the darker half of two souls inhabiting one frame. Only allowed out in times of crisis, the monstrosity was unleashed onto the world for short periods of time to do what she thought she did best... Protect the true holder of the body, Blythe. 

Emerald hues staring down at her victim, Blane spits on the body. What had caused her to be released this time? This person had been bullying Blythe, causing the sweet girl to go into a panic. If Blythe couldn’t keep her emotions in line, then it was easy for her other half to take over... and oh how Blane loved freedom.

      [  ۩۞۩  ] -- They seemed to have quite a variety of bad habits to speak of, none of which they ever bothered to fix. Quite a few of them could be considered concerning should they, for some reason, ever decide to look into them further and discover what the root of all those bad habits were. 

     But their concern wasn’t in preventing or trying to end said bad habits. Rather, it could be said that they tried their best to act upon them. It was a natural thing after all, and that was what they were more focused on at the moment. 

     Currently, their lips were parted and moving, words coming out like faint whispers one couldn’t quite pick up on. Hazel eyes remained gazing off into the distance, half-lidded and searching for something that wasn’t there to begin with. A haze seemed to surround them in those few moments of complete unawareness, a haze that was thick enough to where they refused to outright acknowledge the other’s presence right away, and even when they did, it was a little too vague and a little too distant.

     “No, you weren’t supposed to hear that, but if you did-- ah. Well, your bad for eavesdropping, no?” they commented loudly and offhandedly, although the glance they threw over their shoulder didn’t show any real registration. 

   Walking down the sidewalk, Lawliet had nothing but a grin on her face as she rubbed the small spots of blood into her hands so it wasn’t as noticeable. The kill had gone rather smoothly, and nothing was better than a kill with no struggles. Not that he could have struggled, considering how drunk the guy was. Whatever. She’d gotten her money, and she was happy with that.

   Even when she heard someone else walking on her sidewalk her grin stayed, though the sound of normal footsteps always made her a bit miffed. She much preferred the intimidating sounds of a thin heel on the ground over some boring flat shoes.

   Then she remembered that it was around two in the morning, and anyone walking on a sidewalk at two in the morning was not to be trusted. Like her.

Calm down Tobias; stop fretting!                                                  He's eyeless, He's weird                                                                                      He's lonely,            He should be D E a d.

Toby shook from the sight of the other killer tearing his teeth into Toby's target. Not his. The boy began with a growl, cracking his neck as he stood straight to seem more threatening. His eyes narrowed through tinted goggles; and they seemed to glow with red. Every voice screamed at him to kill, it was his first instinct, although one thing only caused him to pause.

His eyes.

Void's of black stared through Toby as if daggers going through his own eyes. He felt fear and loneliness his entire body seeming to freeze in absolute fear from this- this- abomination.

Tobias let shivers crawl around his spine and tears welded in his eyes from the absolute terror those blood stained teeth gave him. The fear those sockets opened to him. The horror his dark smile gave his mind. And now al the voice said; the only thing they told him?