#14 year old female school shooter is so crazy

[flatteredbystalkers]

alina afanaskina, the 14yo perpetrator of today’s bryansk shooting

[spencer-is-amazing]

Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character

Word Length: 2k

Warnings: Very slight violent imagery

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Summary: On one hand, she knew him as Michael- the kid with eyes that rivaled the sea and a heart that yearned to be loved.

On the other hand, he was Langdon- the man who would take all or none to the Sanctuary, and looked at her as if she was a fly on his wall that needed to be crushed.

And yet, she couldn't deny the feelings that bubbled in her soul when he looked at her with those deep sea eyes, and how she had become the one who craved his love. She only hoped it wasn't too late to save them both.

“-And remember students, your papers on the human effect in marine life is due this Sunday at 11:59 sharp. No, I will not accept papers at midnight or anytime you deem fit; I’ve given you all an ample amount of time to complete this paper, so I’m expecting all A’s! Have a good weekend students and email me with any questions or concerns!”

The class of 39 environmental biology students all praised every deity for allowing Mr. Abernathy to shut his mouth and let them leave early, though he usually let them off with ten minutes to spare every Friday, so there was no true harm done.

“You got anything planned? Dylan’s parents are out of town and I’m gonna hit that up.” Julie March smiled at her friend Chloe’s lustrous look at Dylan Parker’s back; it was no shock that Chloe wanted to climb that boy like a tree and probably would this weekend.

“I mean, just look at him, you know I’m a sucker for a good back.” Julie chuckled as her friends eyes followed Dylan out of sight, sighing when he turned out of the class. “But yeah, free house, me and him, bone town.”

“Really, bone town? What’re you, Jack Skellington?” Chloe fake laughed at Julie’s stupid joke and both girls left the room, walking through the mostly empty hall.

“I don’t really think you have the authority to make any joke whatsoever at me, seeing as you’ve probably never seen a cock in the first place and I’ve seen like four.”

Of the two girls, Chloe was the one who had spent high school with skirts shorter than her buttcheeks and bubblegum popping between her teeth, while Julie had spent it in baggy hand me downs with her nose in a book. It was strange that they were even friends to begin with.

“How come every conversation with you ends with you calling me a dickless virgin? I have seen one before.”

Chloe simultaneously scoffed and rolled her big brown eyes caked in eyeliner, “I hope you don’t mean the mystery guy from high school that no one ever actually met and also disappeared after like a year because I’d hate to call you a liar this late in the day.”

Julie shot daggers as Chloe smirked, “He was real. And maybe Dylan would go down on you if you weren’t such a dick.”

“Oh, he’ll go down on me alright. I’ll make sure of it.” They were nearing the exit of the large community campus building. “But really, any plans this weekend? And no, going to that creepy Hotel does not count.”

Julie adjusted her backpack strap and bit her lip, “My mom already asked me and I mean, It’s not that creepy.”

Chloe’s arm shot out and stopped Julie in her tracks, “I’m sorry, are we talking about the same Hotel? The one where bunches of people always die and the last time I went with you I almost did? That one right?”

Julie pushed open the front door, ready to not exactly deny her friend that that was in fact true but merely defend her pride, but the chaos that both girls were met with put an end to that.

“What the fuck-?” Chloe was thrown to the ground with a grunt, Mr. Abernathy having thrown open the doors and running for his life. Julie helped her up and both girls flinched when a loud horn blared throughout the campus.

Was there a shooter? Had someone brought a bomb on campus? What the hell had happened?

A group of students came into view and were running past them when Chloe yelled at them, asking what was happening.

One of the guys in a Mario beanie turned to them with scared eyes and pointed his finger to the sky, “They’re coming! It’s the end of the fucking world man- there’s no where to go!”

He fled off after his group, leaving them there with confusion on their faces. The end of the world?

They had so many questions; How? Why? Now?

It took a second for the absolute horrifying dread to set in, for the fear of death to fill her veins and leave her frozen. She didn’t even know what was coming and if she’d make it home in time to kiss her mom goodbye and say all the things she’d never said.

“Julie, Julie- look at me please. We need to go. Now.” She’d barely realized that tears had started streaming down her face, her friend digging those pretty pink manicured nails in the flesh of her arm and dragging her across the campus to the pretty purple convertible that picked up Julie for school every morning, but there would be no tomorrow morning would there.

Julie’s trembling hand was reaching for the glossy silver handle of the pretty purple convertible when the door opened, slamming into her gut with a strength that shocked her.

Chloe was already inside and giving her a look that could kill a man twice, “Get in the car. Now.”

The streets were like if Crazy Taxi had jumped out of her Dreamcast and had plagued the streets; it was utter chaos.

Abandoned cars littered the road and Chloe maneuvered them with excellent skill, and managed to not hit a single person, though there had been many running through the streets screaming for help from god, but no god was coming.

Julie’s shaky hand reached for her phone and read the alert;

Urgent Alert

Ballistic Missile Threat Inbound To Los Angeles

Seek Immediate Shelter. This Is Not A Drill.

A hand ripped the phone from hers and threw it in the backseat, “Don’t look at your phone. No doubt its people you fucking hate saying sorry for being douche filled assholes to you now that they’re gonna fucking be blown to pieces.”

Chloe spoke with such rage spittle flew from her teeth. “We’re gonna get you home and…. and…”

Sobs wracked the pretty 20’s year olds chest and tears streamed down her make up caked face, teeth biting the red matte lipstick and tears smearing the pitch black mascara. Julie had never seen her cry, not even when James from 10th grade broke up with her and said her nose was too big.

“Chloe.” Her hand found the shaking shoulder and squeezed lightly, “It’s okay. Even if we don’t make it, I’m glad I was with you.”

“No, No, No.” Chloe took her hands off the wheel and turned to her best friend Julie. “We’re going to get you home, and you’re gonna say bye to your mom.”

“Chloe- the car!” But she didn’t listen and instead hugged her friend close and the car seemed to steer itself closer and closer to her home.

“Chloe what’s happening? Please Chloe, tell what you’re doing?!” The hysterics were starting to set in as they skidded across her front lawn, car seemingly shutting down on its own.

Both girls had tears streaming down their faces and both of their chests felt like their hearts were going to implode. Chloe turned and held her friends chubby cheeks in her shaking hands, leaning forward and pressing a solemn kiss to each blob.

“Never forget me Julie.” Chloe released the chubby cheeks and watched as shadows circled the car.

“And never forget him.”

And questions Julie had were ripped to shreds as black covered hands ripped open the car doors and dragged both girls out of their cars, Chloe seemingly giving in to the inevitable and Julie refusing to give up. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.

She was placed in front of two people, both something out of a distant future sci-fi movie.

“Are you Julie March?” Her attention wasn’t on the man who asked the question but instead on Chloe, who had been placed on her knees, a large gun pointed at her temple.

The pale man spoke up once more, “You, Julie March, have been selected by the Cooperative as one of the lucky few who will be taken to a safe location away from the blast.”

That caught her attention enough to stop her struggles, “Not without my mom and Chloe.”

He gave her a hard look. “Your genetic makeup makes you a prime candidate, and theirs do not.”

“I don’t understand, candidate for what? What the hell do you people think I’m gonna do?”

“Survive.”

This was all some hellish nightmare; she must have fallen asleep in class and no one had woken her up yet. This couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.

Julie sobbed out the same response, “Not without them. Please.” But they didn’t listen, dragging her away to a grey heavy-duty van and locking her inside, away from the rest of the world, away from her mother, away from Chloe.

She screamed with every chord in her throat as a gunshot rang through the air and the van started moving. There was no doubt that they were leaving behind her friend’s corpse on her mother’s lawn, a mother she would never see again and a friend who died too soon.

This still felt like a horrible nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, a demonic presence that had latched onto her soul and brought death and destruction in its wake, dragging her through pain and agony that seemed to have no end.

She wanted to die in that moment, wanted the blast to consume her whole and leave her with the people she loved. What was the point of survival if you had to do it alone?

~

2 Weeks Later

And as it turned out, this Survival wasn’t something she’d be doing alone. She’d met Emily and Timothy at the initial bomb shelter, the three of them crying as the tremors had ran through the concrete slabs they’d laid upon.

They’d mourned for their families and loved ones, and even the ones they hated. It was a dark time for them, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel for 13 days.

But on the 14th day, they were thrown clothes and masks, told that anything out of place would lead to their death. Any resistance would lead to death, and that it was in their best interest to cooperate.

And so they did, piling on the large suits and making sure every tube for the gas mask was in place and stepped outside of the bomb shelter, following the men in black.

The world had turned grey and cold, had become a wasteland of death and grim tidings for the ones lucky to survive. All of the green had turned to black, and the sun had turned grey and dim. This was not a world that Julie wanted to be apart of, but she had no choice.

A carriage was waiting for them- horse drawn to be exact- and Julie, Emily, Timothy and a masked stranger sat in the carriage, rocking back and forth for hours on end, their destination unknown.

It was a miracle that the carriage came to a stop after so long, that the doors opened up to reveal more grey fog as a hand helped them out, and lead them forward.

It was a building like no other, if you could even call it a building. A spiraling black beacon of death was a better way to describe it. The four of them walked forward, past two people dressed in grey on their knees- no masks on either of them- with guns pointed to their heads.

The ring of the gunshot made her trip and fall to her knees- Chloe’s tear stained face ran through her head like a hurricane- “C’mon, get up.”

Timothy held out a hand to her and she shakily took it, balancing on two legs and moving forward, not looking back at the bodies, even though she wanted to, to make sure they weren’t Chloe.

The decontamination process was threatening to say the least; the short stout woman who commanded their attention was someone who she would make sure to avoid. A few people dressed in outfits like the ones outside entered and were helping them get their suits off when a sound as steady as dropping water but heavy as iron entered the air.

The metal door opened to reveal a tall woman holding a candle.

“My name is Wilhemina Venable, and I’d like to welcome you to Outpost 3.”

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Kid x Law - Fanfiction - New Year's Eve

Law knew why he was sitting here alone. Which did not mean that it depressed him less. The people in the small bar all looked at the clock. Laughing, roaring, drunk and especially in each other's arms. 10 minutes to go. The black-haired man tensed his shoulders and drained his cocktail before trying to order one more from the bartender. However, he was so involved in a conversation with two women, that he would not even have noticed a thirsty. Law sighed as he forced his gaze to the small TV in the corner. He had previously looked too far in the bar to find he was surrounded by a sea of ​​couples. Of course, who spent New Year's Eve alone? Except the forsaken? No, Law had no break up. Not in the classical sense. He had just realized that he had missed something. Something essential. He noticed it only a few months ago and now he couldn’t do anything about it. The black-haired had enough friends and enough acquaintances. One would think that he would not have to spend a single minute alone, which he did not want to spend alone. However, it was this darn old age. At least he blamed it. Three of his friends had been married in the last two years. Two sat with little children at home. Another of his friends spent New Year's Eve with the family of his fiancée. And the other two celebrated with their respective partners. When the demand came, what he was doing on New Year's Eve, he had shrugged at first, meaning he would still see. When he had now received pitying looks and politely declined the half-hearted invitation he had begun to lie. He told his friends that he had been invited to a party of a new friend. He did not want pity or anyone who forced himself to spend time with him. Only there was no party. There was only him and that cocktail he had drunk. Then he spent New Year alone. How bad could that be? ...very bad. With an evil eye, he looked to the bartender, but he ignored him as skillfully as if he had never had guests before. Law looked down at the hanging tits of the two women pejoratively. At one you could even see the chest. But as drunk as she was, she would not even notice if she was naked. Probably even not when a guy just pushed his cock into her overly wide hole. Guaranteed she wanted to go to bed with this bartender. And took the girl friend with her, who knew where the XXL dildo was hidden, that this worn hole could be filled anyway somehow. That was mean. Damn, he wanted a drink! Law had no relationship. Honestly, he had never had one. He could not even say exactly how it had happened. He probably had missed that, too. He had felt the last hints of falling in love with his school days. Yes, indeed. At the age of 14, he'd been terribly in love for the first time. In a good-looking boy, who only sat in front of him. That was also the year when his grades were worse than ever. Law did not watch in the classroom. No piece. He just sat there, dreamily watching the boy from behind. Imagine what it would be like to touch him. And my god, what it would be like to kiss this one. Now and then little giggles came over his lips and he painted his block full of hearts. Bandaged their initials and wrote love letters at home, carrying them in his satchel. If he was brave enough, he would eventually give the letters to his chosen one. Law had never bothered to be gay. He was enlightened enough to know even at this age that there were homosexual people. This was nothing special, just a fact. Although he was aware at that age that there were far fewer gay than heterosexual sexual men. But what that really meant, Law had not understood at the time. His head had simply not understood that it was very unlikely that the other boy was also interested in the same sex. The end of the song was, that he was staring at his mobile number in one of many nights. His class had a WhatsApp group and his number was the first one he had saved. Marius. Right. That was his name. Now he remembered again. With exciting trembling fingers and his stupid boy's heart, which almost jumped out of his chest, he sent a message, whether he wanted to come visit him. And Marius agreed. Law did not sleep that night. No, he was happy, wept with excitement and had the first 'real' erection of his life. Marius came by two days later. They gambled his favorite PC game with Splittscreen. A stupid car game, as he remembered today. They drove a taxi and had to get the customers to their destination as soon as possible. There were points for the fastest time and for the most destructions. Marius had smiled at the game but played along. Law remembered how happy he had been. His mother... YES, his mother had brought them two little Pepsis and with these in their hands they wanted to go to town. Until his mother solemnly ordered them to take Lamy with them. She was thrilled to be crazy because her big brother had recently spent much less time with her than ever through all his daydreaming. But Law was just horrified. His little sister on a date?! Of course, the look of his mother had not allowed a contradiction and so they had gone to three in the city. There was a pool table in a squalid internet café in the city where you could play for little money. There they went. And in Law's memories, It was a nice afternoon. Marius often smiled, though his gaze seemed to say even more often that he had somehow imagined it all more as a shooter play among mates. After half an hour this indicated that he would rather take the earlier train and go. Of course, Law and Lamy brought him to the train and Law was very close to him. Nothing happened. Of course not. Still carrying the Pepsi bottle in hand, Marius came home by train and Law's heart could not beat right for days afterwards. He wrote Marius many WhatsApp messages with inconsequential content and got... really never an answer. Of 50 messages he wrote, perhaps 4 were answered. And yet his heart of love could silence his protesting brain. Two weeks later, Law wrote a message in Marius in the middle of the night. 'I do not know how to tell you... but I fell in love with you.' Exactly three hours later he got the answer: ,I love you too.' Law could still remember the feeling right now. This pure, irrepressible happiness, which wanted to break all tracks. These suppressed screams and cheers and how his heart finally beat happy. At least until the next day of school. That school day that brought pure horror. Within that one day, the clever, nice law with which to steal horses became the biggest joke. They all knew. And they all laughed at him. Marius told everyone how Law's little sister was mentally retarded because she had come up against the wall with the billiard rack. The whole, in Law's memory so beautiful, afternoon became a pure spiteful parody against himself. It may sound ridiculous, but Law was sure that this formative event had determined his whole life. In a certain way. His love for Marius did not go away easily. She tortured him to graduation. It was no longer beautiful and innocent. It was a single ordeal that he hoped every day she would finally die away from, and no longer mind him when compared to the others. But no. It held until the last day. And then when the principle "out of sight from the mind" began and that terrible love finally passed away. Since that day, Law had managed to never fall in love again. He forbade it. Now the comments may come that one could not choose where and in whom one fell in love. But that was not the whole truth. If you locked away those emotions, deep down and erased every approach, you no longer fell in love. Although he had been so young and that love was so stupid and childish, the subsequent years of school had hurt so badly that he did not want to allow that pain under any circumstances. Who needed love and a partner when having friends? Two minutes left. The measurements of people became more restless, some already shouting out the new year. Law still had nothing to drink. Well, no relationship did not mean he had never had sex. Oh no. The black-haired man learned more than to appreciate gay bars. You drank together, you began to fumble and you had wonderful sex after and you never had to see the other again, if you did not want to. Sex without love. Perfect for the man who had given up love completely. And damn, he had had some really fantastic sex. But no, he still did not want to fall in love. What he actually wanted right now was a bit of company. Not more. He missed his friends. Even those who would promise their female partners equal to a fabulous orgasm and then fall asleep somewhere drunk before. Or not. What did he already know? He was not there. He had often lied about partnership and love. Whether with his friends or work colleagues. He did not even know why he did it. It just so happened to his blood that he kept doing it. Sometimes he told the story of a long distance relationship. Sometimes that he had recently parted with his ex because he was an asshole. Sometimes the story that he had just met someone, but it was not serious. That's what society wanted to hear. Then there were some grinned comments and the topic was forgotten again. The eternal bachelor would be talked about. But not about the man who, like everyone else, had relationship problems. It was that easy. 00.00 clock. Loud screams came through the bar. Crashes and thunder of rockets and the like roared in from the streets. Law smiled briefly. Very briefly, just for a moment. "Do you want anything else?" The black-haired man's gaze fell on the bartender, who had actually managed to move his ass towards him a few seconds past midnight. A pretty ass, admittedly. "Yeah. Give me a whiskey. " The bartender smiled and Law noticed that he had a beautiful smile. Just white teeth that shone from behind his lips. Hm. Generally, the bartender did not look bad. He was tall and muscular, and when his pants pushed against his crotch, the promise of something "big" shimmered through. And Law admired his hair color. He was wondering if they were colored. They were fire red. But as pale as his skin was, it suited a born redhead. He could not see the color of his eyes in the darkness. If the man were not so obviously oriented to women, Law would now have considered whether this one should not fuck him into the new year. The bartender put down the whiskey for him, smiled briefly again and then disappeared. Serving the celebrating crowd with such expensive liquor that she accompanied a proper bill into the New Year. Law finished his glass and went home. Alone. He had lost the desire for sex for today. He did not want anyone to vomit in his bed as soon as he woke up. In his apartment he turned on the light, took a shower and then sat down to bed with a good book. The crash of the rockets continued for hours before his windows. But Law did not care. No. He read in his book until he was tired and then lay down to sleep. And wondered why he was so depressed. He had had a nice evening. Quiet but beautiful, and he had made every decision he made today. He was not lonely. He had enough friends and most of them had found nice relationship partners too. Some of them had even fathered very sweet children. Damn annoying, but cute too. So what bothered him? Nothing. He was just tired. And who was tired quickly became sad. What the hell. Only one day off, then he could go back to work. Law slept long, although he woke up several times. The first time he opened his eyes at eight. He had a dream. Something black. He did not want to think about it, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep again. At ten, he woke up next time. He could get up now... wash his hair, buy something for lunch, maybe make an appointment for the evening... well, he could. Pulling the blanket higher, the black-haired turned and fell asleep again. When he finally sat down at 12 o'clock in his bed, he sighed. He still felt depressed. This unfathomable sadness. He just explained to himself that he was not lonely and that he could prove it to himself. Even before Law was out of bed, he picked up his cell phone and called his best friend. At the other end of the line, childish preaching awaited him, and he closed his eyes as if the noise would be less. "Yeeeah?" Shrill up and without a polite performance, a bright girl voice answered and Law thought to himself that three year old was too young to answer the phone. "Can I talk to your dad?" Trying gently, Law spoke his words, whereupon silence sounded. "Hello?!" The voice repeated itself, as did Law. Another beeping: 'HELLO ?!' and the black-haired man grimaced annoyingly. Could not she even use a telephone receiver? Suddenly the child 's noise stopped and the familiar: Beep - Beep - Beep, an attached lead sounded. Law sighed and left the phone on the bed as he went to the shower. He considered who else he could call. Maybe he should try it with someone childless. Maybe it would be a sensible idea. Still with wet hair from the shower, Law went naked to his cell phone and called first the delivery service. He had found that he had no desire to go shopping or cook. He ordered spring rolls and fried rice from the Chinese before dressing, sitting down on the sofa, and then calling his friends list. Anyone for a nice last night out. One had to have time. Only one, that was enough. They used to be five or six. Most of his friends he had met during his studies. Aspiring students with high goals and even greater celebratory mood. He had never lowered himself to something like a student apartment. Honestly, most people had found him grubby, and he had no interest in completely giving up his private life. He had lived with his parents for a long time before he had had enough money to afford an apartment alone. Which did not mean he did not spend most of his student life in student residences. He was drunk, it was celebrated and then he went his way again. Just as he wanted. There had been no long phone calls back then. No hours of planning. Five minutes before going out, they wrote a message to the WhatsApp group and everyone was ready. What had happened? Nobody had time. Nobody. He got many apologetic refusals. Many excuses presented and god, Sachi even shouting joyously in the phone when answering that his girlfriend was pregnant! "Imagine that, Law! Imagine! I’m going to be a father! I’m going to be a father!" Law grimaced. So much that he did not like himself. "Congratulations.", was his dry answer. But in his pure joy Sachi did not notice this dryness. He cheered a few words and Law hung up. Great. The doorbell rang and Law took his food. The hunger had passed him by a long way, but he gave a generous tip before he set his food on a plate and sat down in the dining room. He and five empty chairs. Did not he want to prove sadness that he was not lonely? Lifting his plate, Law walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Of course, there was no television program that interested him. He watched a court show and ate apathetically his food. Unmotivated slipped after this deeper into his couch and looked at the clock. It was already half past one. Law sighed as he devoted himself to the television program. Why not? He did not want to do anything for work these few days. His thoughts slipped into his childhood. He thought of Lamy. He loved his little sister very much. He had always loved her. After his departure, the contact with her had only become stronger. Constantly they had made an appointment, constantly seeing each other. In the meantime, Lamy was 24 and engaged to a guy who, in Law's opinion, did not fit a single piece to his upset, bubbly little sister. He was quiet, well-read, working in a library and apparently knew everything. He himself found this absolutely uninteresting. Lamy loved the man, who was so small he was barely taller than herself, and allowed her heels to be banished from her wardrobe forever, idolatrously. For whatever reason. In a sudden anxious thought, Law wondered if she also wanted to get pregnant. And hoped it was not like that at all. It was four o'clock when he called his mother. Oh yeah. His mother. And asked if he could not come over for dinner. They had not seen each other for so long and he did not want her to miss him too much. "Oh Law, I always love to see you, you know that. But just today, your dad and I wanted to go to the opera. How about tomorrow?" Law could not believe it. By God, he really could not believe it. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said as kindly as he could that it was not bad. And unfortunately he could not tomorrow, because he had to work again. His mother sounded truly sad and Law knew that she would feel guilty the whole evening at the opera. Suddenly he saw the picture in front of her. As she stood with two Pepsi bottles in her hand, smiling, she said he should take Lamy with him. The beginning queasy feeling in Law that he had ruined his mother's evening disappeared. That's how Law spent his day off at home. He watched mindless television. Leave in his book and surf the internet. With his laptop over his lap he hung over a brokerage. The first month was free, then 24.99 euros per month. Law had read customer comparisons. This should be the best brokerage of the big wide internet, also with many same sex mediation possibilities. ...but he did not want a partner! Completely frustrated, Law closed his laptop, pulled on his jacket, and left the house. Just sitting at home would drive him crazy. So what?! Then nobody had time today! The next time one of them called, maybe he had no time! Bloody hell! But when he walked alone through the streets and again had the feeling that in the early evening hours only couples went to a walk. At that moment, Law admitted it. He felt lonely. But not lonely in the sense of: I really want a partner, but lonely in the sense of: I want someone to hang out. So he went back to yesterday's bar. After all, he could look at the bartender's pretty ass while he was getting drunk. Oh yeah. Get drunk! That sounded good! Law sat down in the same chair from yesterday while ordering the same cocktail from the same bartender. He smiled, with the same white teeth and Law smiled back. Today was far less busy than usual and the bartender stopped in front of him while he took the cocktail glasses from the dishwasher and polished clean. Yes, that was really a handsome man. "May I ask you what your name is?" His voice came dry over his lips. Scratchy and way too deep. Law wanted to roll his own eyes over himself. If he wanted to make a flirtation with him, he had just screwed it up. No one wanted to flirt with illness voice vocal cat. The bartender smiled. Charming, or even happy surprised. "Certainly. My name is Kid Eustass. Just say Kid." The latter reached out and as Law struck, the handshake was warm and firm. His posture and his eyes... they were golden. Really and truly. His smile was so genuinely interested that Law felt a tingle running across his skin. Sales strategy. That was a sales strategy. Pull yourself together. You really are not that desperate. Law accepted that. Called this his name. "Do you work here every night?" The black-haired man had cleared his throat. His voice was smooth and soft again. He whispered softly. And smiled. "Every Thursday until Monday. On Tuesday and Wednesday I'm free. But if it was up to my girlfriend, I would have quit here long ago to have a decent weekend like normal people. " He laughed. Honest and joyful, as if he wanted to cheer Law up. But Laws smile just faded and the cocktail was tipped down in a big train. Of course he had a girlfriend. Naturally. If anyone had observed Law yesterday, told those colleagues about its tribulation, nobody would have believed that. Law was a completely different person at work. He smiled, laughed, joked, and was probably one of the most committed and pleasant colleagues the hospital had ever seen. Overtime was no problem, difficult operations a pleasure instead of a burden and teamwork the nuts and bolts. The black-haired was not aware about it, but he had many admirers. Oh, too many envious, but above all, many admirers. What was due to its absolutely reasonable, professional way in every situation. When Law was appointed Senior Physician within a very short time, no one had wondered. When the position of department head of cardiac surgery was up for debate, his name fell everywhere again. The decision was still pending, but Law looked confident in his future. Oh yes, he loved his work. It was exhausting, tiring and often frustrating, like any work, yet he loved it. It was proven that every person had several faces. One was the face shown in his work, the other only the friends knew, one for the family and one that nobody knew except himself. If Law had to put her in a chronological order, he liked his working face the most. Nothing could shake him, throw anything off course. There was only the forward. And with that orientation he was successful. Law loved life at work. After that ...well. Instead of having more time again, Law felt as if his friends had less and less time for him or for each other. If he were angry, he would have said that they all behaved like old men. His thoughts kept circling the bar, but he had not gone back since talking to Kid. He really did not need another friend to tell him about his happy relationship. Of that he had enough conversations the day. It was a Saturday, about a week after New Year's Eve, when he was sitting on the balcony of his apartment. He crawled under the railing and leaned from the wrong side against the columns of the balcony. His feet hung in the cold, nocturnal winter air, five floors above the ground. The black-haired man took a deep breath and leaned his head against the wall. It was a nice night. A really nice night. And he lived in an equally beautiful house. He moved the top floor of an apartment building, newly built and apartments in the purchase price of single-family homes. His apartment and the area was undisturbed. In front of the building was a large lawn designed, clean and well-trimmed. The look of his blue eyes slid down. If he let himself slide down now, he would not die, but come to the hospital with serious injuries. He snapped his tongue snappishly and closed his eyes. If he were dressed in the building next door, there would be no turf under his balcony, but hard asphalt. That would be deadly. Stop, you could misunderstand Law right now. It was not like he wanted to kill himself, oh no, no way. But sometimes he just thought about the possibility. There was something strangely reassuring about it. Just like the thoughts of what it would be like if he died of a sudden accident. So completely the black-haired could not explain those thoughts themselves. It was a mere thought. Something that made his sometimes whirling thoughts calm and matter-of-fact. Almost like a good swig of whiskey. The black-haired man sat for half an hour in the biting cold, before he got up, crawled over the railing and cooked himself a warm tea. In fact, he felt very calm and drank in a sip. Oh, he was hungry. Mh. No, he was not only hungry, but really keen to cook something fine! Oh, a salmon lasagne, that would be just right! And indeed, a little exercise as well. The black-haired man put on loose jogging clothes, put his purse in his back pocket and jogged to a supermarket. He chooses the one that was furthest away. He plugged his headphones into his ears and grinned as ‘Freude schöner Götterfunken’ rang out. His footsteps adjusted to the melody and he sang along those unconquered passages. Loud, roaring, but full of good mood. When he arrived at the supermarket, he was totally sweaty, but of such a good mood as a long time ago. Cozy he bought all his ingredients for the lasagna. Grinning and humming a bit, before his cap was suddenly pulled off his head, baring his black, sweaty hair. At first scared, then angry at the prank, Law turned around before literally opening his mouth. There was Kid in front of him. And grinned, very broad and amused. "Good evening! I already missed you in the bar! " Close your mouth! Law closed his mouth and tried a smile as he took the cap from his hand and suddenly realized how irrationally fast his heart was beating. Probably with fright. Or the fact that he was sweaty and in jogging clothes, standing in front of a well-dressed handsome man. "G-good evening. Yes, I had late work. Unfortunately, I had to work instead of drinking." Actually, Law smiled, even if it was a half-lie. His late shift was over at 22 o'clock. Just then was the perfect time for a sip after work. The redhead nodded in understanding before this smirk: "Luckily. I thought I scared you off. " Law tried in that moment extremely to ensure that his thoughts could not see. The thought that he would have come more often, if he did not have to start immediately with relationship narratives. "No no." He smiled. Kid smiled. "Do not you have to go to work today?" It was Saturday. Especially on Saturdays there had to be more than enough work in a bar? And the black-haired man remembered that he had vacated on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. "Oh, yes... but I took my time off. Today is the one year old between me and my girlfriend. But I would have preferred to work afterwards. " The smile made a sigh and he grimaced. Law's keen eyes had seen only too well that his cart was previously stocked only with beer. He skillfully ignored the sting he felt at the word 'one year old'. "Why?" Well, but why he wanted to work rather than a well-loved partner together, he was interested. Kid grimaced. So amused exaggerated that Law had to smile amused. Without knowing what it was about. "I cooked with eggs." What? "What?" As irritated as his thoughts were, Law spoke his words and Kid looked at him. "She has been vegan for two months. Be healthier and so. And I cooked her favorite dish today. Spaghetti Napoli. With homemade spaghetti. And now, I used eggs for the spaghetti. I just did not think about it. She only noticed that when she saw the package in the trash and had already eaten half. She then screamed me as if I tried to poison her. That would be a sign that I was not interested in her live and her interests at all. Such a bullshit. As a result, I left, from my own apartment, mind you. But I do not feel like quarreling. I actually thought that we would be busy with completely different things tonight. It was a really nice evening until then. She also had a really cute gift for me and I bought her a gold necklace, which she probably liked a lot. And then that. Because of stupid eggs.” The redhead sighed and looked at him sullenly, as if he expected a comment like: The women! You can make nothing right! But Law just looked at Kid. Well, he actually could understand that. Although not why she freaked out just like that, but if she had opted for this lifestyle, she did not want eggs in her food. "I'm sorry." Yes, it really did. Quarrels were always unpleasant. Kid shrugged. Before he smiled again and rattled with a six-pack of beer, which grabbed this from the next shelf. "What do you think about? We two and this, and another six-pack, beer, at a cozy TV evening at your home." Law's heart was buzzing. Yes, it used to be that easy. They met, made an appointment, and left together. Just a drink. He smiled. That would save his boring evening at home. Indeed... "With pleasure. Very much. But not today. You buy chocolates, beautiful flowers, egg-free spaghetti, go home and reconcile with your girlfriend. At least you have one year today. His relationship is not risked because of chicken eggs. " Bloody hell. Damn it. For a few moments the redhead was silent before he sighed and then smiled. "...you're right. You really are. Even if I and my girlfriend have been quarreling lately. Maybe it will be better today... Thank you. Come to the bar tomorrow, huh? You get the most expensive drink we have on the house. " The other man's smile was wide and honest. At Law's approval, he gratefully put his hand on his shoulders and did the same as he said. And Law just stood there and watched this nice butt and was pretty sure that Kid would still get his planned night. But heaven, this had been the only correct answer He plunged the headphones back in his ears before he jogged back home. He felt very good. Not depressed or anything. He just found himself feeling like he was jealous of Kid’s girlfriend.

written by Shadcatmastered

- I’m sorry for mistakes. English is not my native language. -