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[color=C652D5]”Deviants and desirables; tonight was a hard night for your demon dream girl. I chased a real life mystery through some narrow corridors and I was not a fan of what I found. I won’t say much more than that but what I will say; guys if you truly and I mean truly care for someone: pay attention. Watch them. Make sure they’re ok and if they say they are, don’t believe them until you’re sure they are. We live in a society that poisons the souls of men, a society that looks down upon the working class and ignores them. Open your eyes. Don’t let the world whittle away the heart of someone you love. Preach your love. Save your love. Look at the world, pry their eyes open and force them to watch. Love your love. Never let them fade away. Tonight, this one goes out to you Allison…”[/color]

Mei hit play on her device and as the [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1umEXpGHc0E]late nineties classic[/url] began to play over the station, she made her way to her closet, glancing at the green and white cheerleading outfit that still sat there. For the first time, she felt as if it was stained with blood, Allison’s blood. After slamming the closet closed, Mei didn’t really know why but she felt the need to send her older sister a message. Allison had always been more of a sister to her than Reagan ever had. The girls were close so it only made sense right? She picked up her phone and typed a few words before climbing into bed next to her Jill.

Wesley sat on the steps of Edenridge High. He took a sip from his root beer before throwing it into a nearby trash can. He reached into his cream coloured jacket and pulled out a god forsaken Polaroid. Glancing down, the image was clear of course. It was a self portrait, a younger, slightly more curly haired version of Wesley Silo taking a snap of himself in the mirror, wearing his Pinehurst sweater. The date on the back read 12/4/16…

ReyRey sat broken on the floor of his bedroom, glaring down at the tattoo of a sunflower on his ankle. His white shirt was stained with blood and tequila with tears streaming down his face. He looked up as the girl in the green and white cheerleaders outfit looked at him with such sadness. She offered him a quiet smile which did not represent the rest of her as she faded away; back into a memory. 

Hearst blew the smoke from his lungs, illuminated only by the street light as he stared out at the small pond. It was quite an awe inducing sight; the trees that crept up the sides and a single small mass of land in the middle, said to be the site of Edenridge’s first murder, the home of the very curse that forces angels to become devils. They say that when the tree dies, the town will burn. In Hearst’s mind, it was already ablaze and no one could put the fire out. Edenridge was a town of myths and legends. He came home to seek truth, not listen to ghost stories.

Poking his head into the converted garage, Beau looked upon the lost trio of Jade, Mordechai, Penelope with a subtle smile on his face. He did not say a word before turning his back away from them and moving into his living room where his darling Colleen had wrapped herself up in a blanket and fallen asleep waiting for him to return. The image of the three of them curled up together was not an uncommon one in years prior. Too often they’d get themselves into some kind of trouble and they would find themselves in his hostel for lost souls. Many a night he recalled opening the door and finding the three of them wrapped up together; with one exception. As the others slept, Charlie sat in the corner, watching over them; he always did. 

Colleen was a fine woman, a good woman though she’d be pissed at him in the morning when she realised there were three kids asleep in her garage. Luckily for Beau, it would only last a few minutes before she ended up cooking them all a hearty breakfast. He quietly reached for the book that sat on the coffee table before heading out onto his porch; the familiar site of Officer James’ patrol car slowly creeping by the houses. The two men’s eyes locked and they shared a nod as Beau moved his eyes down to the book.[i]"For what are we born if not to aid one another?”[/i]

Cradling his sleeping young daughter in his arms, Roddy stared out from his bedroom window at the dim city lights of Edenridge. His heart ached for Elaine and he felt such sorrow that their night ended the way it did. The blonde was in the other room, sobbing loudly; he could hear her through the wall. He glanced down at his computer screen, tickets to Texas. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight was about closure, about understanding the darkness. Instead, all it did was open old wounds and allow said darkness back and not their lives to poison their blood. Who would survive? And what would be left of them?

In a night of strangeness, somehow Kylee Grimm and Tiffanie Taccone ended up sharing the only Lyft in town together--- and it was [i]not[/i] a pleasant experience. Their driver, a Serpent named TNT, couldn't control his rude, dismissive demeanor, or hold back the angry remarks spewing out of his mouth after any attempt from the girls to strike up a conversation. Fed up with his behavior after a rather harsh comment directed towards Tiff, Ky gave the driver a piece of her mind before both girls decided to ignore him and focus on each other instead. After making it back to the safety of the north side, the two girls exchanged numbers,  and perhaps a friendship began to blossom. A light in a night full of terrors.

The dark blue Quadrifoglio cruised from the neglected slums of the southside to the well kept neighborhood of North Edenridge. A neighborhood that reminded the driver and passenger how privileged they were. For the first few minutes of the car ride, the ex lovers sat in dead silence. When they crossed the railway, Danny found himself glancing at his ex in concern and awe. When he tried to strike up a conversation, Marco brushed him off, explaining he was tired instead of admitting what was truly bothering him. Rather than push his ex to talk, the Belmonte boy accepted the silence, respecting his ex's wishes. No music. No talk. Just the sound of their breathing. All the clutter left Danny's head, feeling the companionable silence, as he pulled up to Marco's house. All he could think about was the boy beside him and he was content with that.

And there, in the familiar silence on his street, in front of his house, they sat. The engine was still running, the low breeze of the AC hitting Marco's face. He just...let the cool air hit him as he sat back in the passenger seat. He couldn't help but think about the conversation he had with Jill. Of all people, he had confided in her about the person sitting next to him without giving any names. And she had some choice words, saying that Danny didn't deserve him. Marco couldn't stop himself from letting those words play on repeat during the car ride. Maybe it was the truth, but it was a lot more than that. Deep down, Marco had a lot to consider.

After enough time had passed, Marco opened the door, Danny helped him walk up the path leading to the house. Even during this slow series of moments, Marco didn't say anything. Or at least, he didn't say anything that would lead to any comments. When they got to the door, Marco first gave his mom a hug, smiling at her as much as he could. He took a half step inside and soon after, she pulled Danny into a tight embrace. Mrs. Marlie kissed both his cheeks and forehead, smothering him with kisses with how much she missed him, clearly taking his breath away with how tight she was holding him.

There was a moment when the two ex lovers looked at each other, neither aware if this was a clear distance between them or a step closer to understanding one another. After Danny pulled away from Marco’s mom, he watched the boy he let go enter the house with his mother, being left alone at the doorstep. Shuffling away, he contemplated Roddy’s words, worried if this was yet another mistake to add to his list. Once he entered his car, he sat there for what felt like minutes, even if it was only seconds, before driving off. The moment he was no longer near Marco the guilt crept back up. As much as Danny wanted to sit and wallow, he knew he needed to make his wrongs right, he just hoped it wasn’t too late. 

Wrapped up in a soft blanket, the sleeping figure of Natalia Belmonte could be seen inside one of the bedrooms of the Lost Souls Homes apartment complex. The Northie girl's most trusted confidantes held guard around her: with the dark-skinned Creed gently stroking her hair as she lay snoozing in his lap, and the dark-haired Jokes tightly holding one of her hands in both of his. Concerned expressions were mirrored in each of the young men's faces as they stared at their former lover in silence, ready to sprint into action at a moment's notice if Puff showed any further signs of distress. Years before, the two serpents had sworn to protect her forever-- and they meant to keep that promise.

Under the covers of a cozy king bed inside the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, the nude figures of Caitlin and Niles were wrapped around each other in the dark, passionately coming together as one as they properly celebrated the start of their relationship. After so many years spent suffering with sadness, loss and grief in silence and loneliness, their healing hearts were happy to have finally found someone else out there who truly understood. 

Mika spent a few minutes in his truck, slamming his balled up fists against his steering wheel and dash, cursing himself, cursing Cece, and cursing Niles. He made a fool of himself because he allowed his emotions to get the better of him. He made a fool of himself because he thought he had any right to being angry when it was [i]he[/i] who broke Cece’s heart. Self-sabotaging was his middle name and self-sabotaging was his nature. 

Once his pity party was over, Mika went to Edge of Sin for an hour. He went to Edge of Sin to drink and drink and drink until he could no longer feel the mistakes of his past creep up and that he could go back home with the peace of mind that tonight never happened. Only, when he got home, instead of the solitude he thought he’d have, a surprise waited for him. A visitor that he thought he wouldn’t see for a long time.

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A lone figure walked down the sloped hill of Carlisle Avenue, whistling Sweet Transvestite from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The street was dead and an air of despondency hung like a dark cloud. It had been three years since he had walked these cobbled driveways and by the looks of it nothing had changed. Everything still looked and smelled like shit. Was he surprised? Absolutely not. With the Gonzalez clan still in charge, nothing would ever change. Some days, he wished that he was raised in Pinehurst. At least the grass was green there.

He approached the familiar door at the end of the road and climbed up the small steps towards it. Once he stood directly outside of it, he took out the headphones he had “borrowed” from his parole officer and stopped playing the Midnight Frequency on his phone. He hadn’t considered what he was going to do or say, it just was going to be what it was.

[i]KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK[/i]

After a few moments, the entryway swung open. It had been Mika Zima who had answered the door, and upon realizing the identity of his guest, a look of sheer shock settled upon his face. Meanwhile, Hyde began to grin like a rattlesnake as he put a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder.

[color=63773B]”Hey, little brother.”[/color]

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