#derangedpursuit

Fragments of memories swirled within the fog, like dandelion seeds whisked into the wind during a romantic sunset. If only the sun would shine in this godforsaken world. Instead, the murky vapors would coalesce around Susie’s feet like a hurricane taking shape. The gust would bellow hard against her loose-fitting hoodie and skirt, and just as it seemed the wind would never relent, it was gone. Clear as can be, a new world unfurled before the pink-haired Killer’s feet. Instead of dry grass and coiled trees there was now fresh greenery and crisp bright sky with only a few clouds dotting the horizon. The scene displayed was very much like reality was playing out all around Susie, blissfully unaware of her existence. There was manicured grass beneath the soles of her feet and a small recycling bin beside her. From behind, she would hear the scuffling of sneakers and murmur of a crowd gathering.

“Yeah, no, you can fuck off, Joseph.” Came a voice so familiar to the petite Killer that she might have known it by heart. If not, then the visage of a younger Meg Thomas standing in the middle of a controversy certainly confirms it. Although not too much younger than she is now, the energetic athlete looks nothing as she does now; her attire exudes a goth-punk style, from the black clothing to the excessive silver-chained accessories adorning her neck. At least her long red braids were a telltale sign that this wasn’t another universe’s Meg.“No, you fuck off, Thomas! This is non of your business–what the hell is with you anyways?”“Oh, I don’t know–guess I don’t like you treating Marcus Gray like shit? Which, by the way, is pretty fucked.” Meg calls out with a sarcastic grin, shrugging her shoulders as if the taller boy with braces were a hopeless case. Judging from the letterman jackets some of the kids wore, it seemed like this dates back to her high school days. That is, if brace face with the attitude wasn’t dating the scene already. Keeping true to her current day sass and grace, the athletic girl strides up to the obstinate teenage boy causing issues. Meg’s body separates the brace-wearing string bean from the shorter, plumper boy who one could imagine was this Marcus fellow. “Y’know, this is why I don’t roll with you and your gaggle of jar heads. We both might skip school and hang at the same park, but I could tell from the second I saw you that you were an ass.” The freckled ginger pauses her passionate argument to gesture wide to the boy behind her, eyes the color of the bold blue sea. “Marcus doesn’t deserve to have his dreams be squashed by your low self-esteem. He’s in line to get a fuckin’ scholarship to his dream university. He comes to tell you guys ‘cus you’re his supposed ‘friends’…and here you are, telling him to kill himself because he’s ‘a damn nark’ for having his shit together but you don’t? Fuck, Joseph, seriously?““Yeah? This coming from the bitch whose daddy left her mommy for a whore who doesn’t have cancer? So, what, now you’re rebelling ‘cus daddy doesn’t love you and your mommy is about ready to croak–” Before the kid can say any more, Meg tackles him to the ground like she were a rabid animal off its leash. And much like a crazed beast, the ginger starts to beat him into the pavement with unrelenting strength. While the Meg Susie has come to know is energetic and has a spitfire attitude, it’s nothing like this unbridled rage displayed before her now. Hair of braided fire flaps over her shoulders as she throws back each punch, clearly overwhelming the frightened teenager below her.“This isn’t about me, fuck face!” She exclaims with thunderous strength, fists gripping tight to Joseph’s hoodie. Meg begins to give him a hard shake between breaths. “Apologize or else I’ll really make you regret saying that shit.”“Fuck, fine! Sorry that you have daddy issues–”“No,” Meg snaps, bending her knee so it drives into his rib cage. “I didn’t mean me, Joseph–apologize to Marcus!”“F-Fuck! Get off!”“Apologize!!”“Sorry, Marcus! Fuck, sorry that I told you to kill yourself!!” After some hollering and applause from the crowd, Meg gets to her feet and spits down at this Joseph fellow. After a sneer, she pats off her black jeans all while striding toward a frightened looking Marcus. With her back turned, Joseph and his gang take a moment to gather themselves and leave the bestial ginger and Marcus alone. Seemed like one Her brows furrow in confusion at his attitude, though it immediately clicks that she probably freaked him out. Exhaling the remainder of her anger, Meg extends a pale, thin hand toward the thicker boy. A worn, genuine smile rests on her face.

“I know we don’t talk, but we actually share the same homeroom…er, you’d probably know that if I actually attended school more often. Oh, but my name’s Meg Thomas. I know you think he’s your friend, but friends don’t treat each other like he treats you. I know it wasn’t my business, but you don’t deserve to have anyone tell you to kill yourself because you’re making your dreams reality. Fucking good work on getting that scholarship, man. It’s inspiring. Don’t ever slow down–keep on running and you’ll make it through. I promise.”