#theredtint

His mind is still so very foggy when he first wakes, leaving him disoriented as he groans and presses a bandaged hand to his head. His memory takes more than a moment to return and when it does, his eyes widen and he fixes the other with a hard glare. 

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, finally noticing his dressed wounds from earlier. Why had he bothered to do anything beyond stemming the blood flow? Was this his attempt at appearing human or was he trying to apply to Alisx’s empathy? If so, it was far too late for that. 

“I’m not going to tell you anything.”

     Were this any normal day, Light Yagami might have found himself at the end of his rope, liable to snap at the wrong twitch of a lip, the repetition of a high pitch noise, the laughter of school girls as he passed. This was not a typical day, and he was not in a foul mood, strange as it seemed to him. Yet even if his mood had improved greatly from the dismal pit it had plummeted into, the world seemed none too gracious to help maintain it for at this very moment, he’d stepped too close to the curb and found his nice slacks splashed with muddy water that had yet to drain into the blocked sewer line.

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8. Witness: Your muse walks in on mine killing someone

His hands were slick with blood, but it paled in comparison to the salty water drowning his face and neck. Somewhere between the what felt like endless strikes and his heart crying out, he had heard the screams. Heard them, but never fully registered. All he knew for those few precious moments was that he was angry. But then, at this point when wasn’t he?

Alisx had spent so much of his life angry. He’d thought by now he would have at least let go of past grievances, but he just couldn’t.

The others had told him to quit it, stay away from an old ghost. He’d only stir up trouble for himself and everyone else. He’d certainly tried to listen.

But he hadn’t been face to face with Tanner since.. before. And seeing him again only caused those memories to come back and Alisx simply didn’t have control over himself.

He collapsed onto his knees next to the bloody man only half conscious and fumbled for the blade some inches away. 

“You deserve this.” He panted out, curling his fingers around the hilt of the blade. He believed it entirely, but his heart still lurched- or maybe it was the door opening- as he threw his hand back and brought it forward again, plunging it into the other’s chest.

He might not’ve heard anything above his own trembling, sobbing and heart racing if the otherwise silent house had not echoed the creak from the floorboards.

Alisx’s head snapped upward, umber eyes wide as they settled on the figure who walked in, into this nightmare.