#thedance

[Taiyang paces around the empty dorm room trying his best to sort his thoughts when he notices Ravens mask laying on her bed. He holds it in front of his face and looks in the mirror]

Taiyang: “I’m Raven, I’m sooo serious all the time. Grr. Fun? Fun is for the weak.”

Taiyang: “No I can’t go to the dance with you because I’m too busy grimacing at the sunset! Blah! blah! strength! blah!”

[Tai goes to throw the mask but stops himself, setting it down gently where he found it. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples, freezing when he notices Ravens hand on his shoulder]

Raven: ..........

Taiyang: .......... <slight panic>

Raven: “I’m Taiyang, an I’m just a solid gold statue of sex appeal. I don’t have to think anything through because my team will save my ass. Oh here’s another pun because I don’t have anything useful to say”

[staying behind him Raven tightly grips his shirt]

Raven: “I’m stupid and loud and childish and...and..too nice. Too willing to see the best in everyone ...even if it isn’t there.”

[Raven rests her head against his back]

Raven: .........................I’m sorry Tai

[ Taiyang turns to face her]

Taiyang: Raven....do I really sound like that?

Murder

I thought I would feel something, hate, anger, pain, fear. But I felt nothing, I just stared at the crimson as it slowly dripped from my finger tips, pooling at my knees in the dark basement. My mind was blank as I stared at the blood in front of me, in my entire fucked up life, this was not how I pictured this.

One week earlier

I dropped the phone and crushed it beneath the heel of my shoe before darting out of the building slipping out into the cold, rainy night. My heart beat heavy in my chest, the decision had been made since I left the basement. I knew in my gut that's where I would end up once again. The thought that had terrified me before, now breathed new life into me.

I wasn't worried for myself as I raced through midnight streets barreling head first into my fate. I had ditched my bag in locked locker at the train station, paying out for years in advance in the off chance I ever made it free. Where once the thought of a life outside mine had seemed like a dream now became a possibility.

*

     Chris stared at the phone after Jay had ended the call, slowly he lifted his gaze to his closest friend. Sebastian's face was tight, a tint of red starting to form, his fist clenching at his side. He pulled his own phone out with jerky movement and the card that Richard had given him a punching the numbers. He eyes ripped away from Chris hating this as much as the other man did.

      If only that damned woman had thought this through, if only she had given them a chance to think before deciding all of their fates for them. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to push back tears that were threatening to spill at any second.

     "Agent Cater speaking." Richard's slimey voice announced.

"Agent Cater, this Sebastian Stan." He stated, trying to keeping the muscles in his jaw from tensing. "Jennica just called us, she wants us to meet her at the bus depot. She said she wants to explain what happened."

"Wonderful, thank you for contacting me. To be honest I didn't think you would." A dark chuckle was heard on the other side. "Then again it would very bad publicity for you if you hadn't."

"You fucking asshole." Sebastian seethed into the phone after he realized that he had been given the man's personal phone. "I'm not going to stop till I expose your whorthless ass."

"Just remember who had a dead body in their apartment." Richard replied before the phone went dead, Sebastian turned on his heel chucking the phone at the wall. It exploded on contact, rage pouring off of him as he glared the wall.

"Chris, think you're uncle can help out some how?" He seethed, his shoulders rising with each inhale.

*

I waited, leaning against the wall. Unlike the last time the bus terminal was void of any sign of life. A chill ran down my spine as a light flickered over head. A movement in the shadows across from me caught my attention, my body tensed as I saw him step out into view.

Richards sneer was visible, his firey red hair glinting in the fluorescent light. His long coat lightly flapping behind him, making him out to be death itself. I steeled my nerves, locking my legs from my instinct to run. I pushed myself up off the wall, it's the first time I had seen the face that haunted my nightmares for what had seemed like an eternity.

"Hello, Jennica." His disgusting voice purred, making me want to vomit even more then I already did.

"Asshole." I retorted, walking toward him. "I come willingly and everything disappears. The charges, the crimes, anything that might tie them to the kidnapping and murder you committed?"

"That was our deal, sweetheart. The last couple of years gone in the blink of an eye." He responded as he reached me.

"As long as they are safe, then it's a deal." I spat out.

Present

I slowly stood to my weary feet and stepped over the body before me. Tentatively I walked up the basement stairs into the kitchen of his house. I grabbed the old phone off it's cradle, blood slowly trickling down the smooth white surface.

My body had disconnected from my mind as I punched in the three numbers. It rang twice before the voice on the other end picked up.

Operator: This is 911, what's your emergency?

Fog cloud my thoughts, was there an emergency? I mean, yeah the blood on my hands indicating something had happened but was it really emergency anymore?

"I just killed someone." I stated plainly, staring at the rooster valence covering the window.

Operator: I'm sorry, did you just say you killed someone?

Yellow walls? Why didn't I remember the kitchen being yellow? Had I actually ever seen the kitchen?

"Yes, I killed an FBI agent, Agent Richard Cater." I spoke calmly, looking at the white sink. I feel like I have been here, but I haven't. I turned to look around the rest of the room, the fridge was a late model. And no dishwasher.

Operator: do you know the address?

"No, yes? I don't remember it, I know it but I can't remember it. Can you track this number?" I asked, my own voice sounded hallow like I was talking through a tube.

Operator: I'm sending first responders, can you stay on the line?

"I don't think so.." and then the world went black.

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