Grace (graceasaur) wrote in dndressing,
Grace
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It's late and Beyond Birthday walks through a seemingly abandoned building, shoulders slumped as he pushes a cart foward. The wheels squeak and dominate the silence, the noise filling the entire room. Too bright lights shine down upon his ghostly pale face, making it appear to glow.

Beyond stops in his tracks and reaches out for a box, looking over the smiling lady on the front. He places it into the empty cart and then continues on his way, taking his time as he collects various items from the store shelves.

He pushes the squeaky cart up to the lone cash register near the front of the store and an older woman with long fingernails and frightfully teased hair squints at him as she chews her gum slowly on one side of her mouth. Beyond can feel her eyes on him as he bends down to pick up the few things in his cart and place them on the counter. She's suspicious of him and a flicker of rage ignites for a split second. He's young and it's late; she expects him to steal from her dusty old store. His upper lip twitches and he stares down at his black Converse, trying to calm down the screaming in his head.

How dare the miserable old cow accuse him of being a criminal with no reason at all? Why did she think she had the right to judge him as a bad person? He wasn't a bad person, he-

"That'll be 17£, kid." she drones, breaking him from his increasingly sour thoughts.

Beyond shoves a hand in his jeans pocket, pulling out a small lump of crumpled bills. He pulls a twenty from the mess and jams the rest back in his pocket, lifting his head as he hands her the money.

She takes it and takes her time counting the change, "Does your mum and dad know you're out this late?"

Red eyes suddenly flare and he grabs his bag off the counter, watching a spot just over her head as the floating numbers suddenly rapidly go backwards. He watches, transfixed for a moment before a voice in his head pleads for him to relax and the numbers slowly start to climb back up. His eyes move down to her face where she's staring at him, holding his change out.

Beyond takes it from her hand and runs out the door with his bag. He doesn't stop running until he can't breathe and he stops, doubling over and panting as black spots his vision.

He wanted to kill her, wanted to KILL her. Images of the tattered remains of her body filled his head and he shivered, though he wasn't sure why. He half sat, half fell to the ground and continued to breathe hard as he tried to make sense of it. It was far from the first time he had felt like this, but never this strongly for a human. And a complete stranger at that.

Finally, his breathing returned to normal and he went to put the money he was clutching in his pocket when he felt a hardness that hadn't been there before. He reached inside and pulled it out. A phone.

He was staring at it, trying to figure out where it came from when it suddenly vibrated and he jumped, nearly falling over backwards. He touched the screen and brought it to his ear cautiously,

"Hello?"
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