IT WAS intoxicating. The feeling of being watched, being seen. The Starers were always watching her. Why? She didn’t know. But wherever she went, they whispered her name over and over, as if it tickled their lips just to say the name. Elegance, Elegance. Elegance pretended not to notice. Their look was adoration. But lately, they looked mad. They looked angry, disapproving. We know what you did, Elegance!! We know what you did! She was scared. What had she done? What had she done. . .to make the Starers angry?
“You worry too much, Elegance.” Crescent said, smiling gently. “No, you’re not listening. They’re angry.” Elegance whispered, scared. “Lord! Elegance, if you went to anyone else but me, they’d have thought you were stuck-up for thinking everyone’s looking at you!” he said, rolling his eyes. “That’s why I came to you, Crescent. I can trust you more than anyone.” she said, averting her eyes. Crescent’s look softened. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay.” he said. “Just don’t worry about it, Ellie. You’ll be fine.” Crescent finished. Elegance nodded sadly. She was never too right in the head to begin with. She’s crazy. Elegance whirled on her heel, surprised. “Did you hear them?! They were whispering about me!” she hissed, clinging to Crescent’s arm. “I honestly didn’t hear anything,” Crescent said, shrugging. He pulled away. “Go home, okay? You should get some rest and chill. I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll pick you up and I’ll treat you to the best artery-clogging food we can find, ‘kay?” he said brightly. “Okay. Bye.” she murmured, walking down the road. Crazy was a little much. Maybe paranoid, but no, no, not crazy. “There are rumors. About Crescent.” she thought. Yes, the rumors. Rumors he was somewhat. . .different. He didn’t seem to mind the rumors, though. He only smiled and played along, and everyone loved him. They avoided Elegance, who was dark and gloomy, despite her very sunny, cute look. They flocked to Crescent, who had a malevolent look, but was very kind and optimistic. He is the sun, and I am the rain cloud. Yet they were inseparable. “Annoying. She’s so annoying.” Crescent mumbled. “How ridiculous. How annoying. I’m ending this tonight, Ellie. . .” he said, beguiled, watching her figure fade.
Ravage. Tear. We will break you. We know what you did, Elegance. You can’t run. . .Our dear, sweet Elegance. Elegance was feeling sick. She was walking behind Crescent’s lanky form, while he chatted away. “Are you even listening to me, Ellie?!” he demanded, frowning. “W-What? Oh, yes, yes, I am!” she said, turning red. He raised an eyebrow. Elegance bowed her head. “I just zoned out a little. I’m sorry.” she murmured. “Do you need to go home?” Crescent asked. “No, I’m fine, sorry.” she insisted, smiling. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” he answered, laughing. “Uhm. . .But I know something that’ll make me feel better.” she said quietly. She glanced around. It seemed everyone was staring at her. She felt small, insignificant. “Well, if it’s in my power, I’ll do it.” he said brightly. “O-Okay. Well, I want you to listen to me.” Elegance mumbled. “Sure? Don’t I already?” Crescent asked, wrinkling his nose. “Well, yes, but I want to talk about. . .you know. . .the whispers.” she said timidly. Yes. Elegance’s fears were usually the core of their conversations. About how she was scared. Everyone noticed her, hated her. She looked up when he said nothing. He was glaring down at her. She shivered, shocked. He had never looked so angry, so malevolent. He clicked his tongue, but then his usual expression reappeared. “I gave you a second chance, Ellie, because I like you. But you’ve totally wasted it, and it hasn’t even been a full day yet.” he said, sighing and shaking his head. “Bye bye, Ellie. See you later. ♥” he said, waving and walking away. She watched, shocked. His figure jumped a fence and was gone. Without him there, everyone stared at her. Their voices grew louder. Silly, beautiful Elegance. You shouldn’t have talked about yourself so much. All you ever talk about is you, you, you, you. It’s no wonder he got so fed up with you. Shocked, Elegance reeled back. She whirled around, stunned, everyone staring at her. “STOP STARING AT ME!!!!!!!!” she shrieked, darting away. The whispers grew louder, the stares angrier. “STOP IT!!!” Elegance screamed. She clamped her hands down onto her ears, tears streaming down her cheeks. Black figures were racing behind her, desperate to reach her. They reached out, screeching things unimaginable. “STOP IT!!!” she screamed a final time, and they disappeared.
“I imagined it. . .” Elegance murmured sometime later. She had been running for a long time, stopping once in a while to sob and catch her breath. It was already evening, the blackness bathed in the paleness from the moonlight. She was completely, irreversibly lost. She blamed her destination for not being where she was headed. “Those people chasing me. . .weren’t even real. Maybe I am crazy. . .” she whispered. “The only thing crazier than a crazy person is a crazy person who knows they’re crazy.” a voice said behind her. She whirled on her heel, thrashing her arms out. The male caught her blows, and leaned closer to her face. He smiled gently. He was cute, wearing big-rimmed glasses that made him look more mature than nerdy. His blonde hair tumbled around his shoulders, making him look like some sort of novel character from a fantasy genre. To top off the ‘totally suspicious’ image he had going, he wore a Gothic mini-hat tilted to the side and all black. His jacket hung loosely around his elbows. “OH GOD!! A PERVERT!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” she shrieked, struggling from his grasp. He pouted. “How rude. Madame, I assure you, I implore you, I am not a stalker or a pervert or a weirdo. My name is Blood.” he said, grinning. He stepped back and bowed with a flourish. Heart pounding from the adrenaline, she snapped, “What do you want?!” Blood’s grin broadened. “Nothing, Elegance, my dear. Just to warn you. I am one of the Starers.” he said coyly. Elegance felt her heart falter, skipping, like, forty beats. “H-how do you know about that name?! How do you know my name?!” she demanded. “Elegance, open your eyes, sweetie. I know your name because I’m a Starer. A good one. A very good one. I want to protect you. And you mumble, you know? When you’re talking with your friend what’s-his-name, you start mumbling. The Starers. They’re watching me. The Starers. Tear. . .Break. . .Ahem, so on and so forth. You must not even notice you’re mumbling, silly girl.” Blood intoned, laughing. Elegance took a step back, overwhelmed. She was mumbling about Them. . .?! They were taking over her life! “Elegance, listen up. Everyone knows what you did. They’re planning the dark deeds they want to carry out. Unto you they will cast Divine Punishment. Atonement for your sins. . .it has a price, huh?” he said, shrugging. “Anyways, don’t worry! ♥ I’m sure you’ll be fiiiiiiine. They’re coming for you. . .” Blood cackled. Elegance didn’t hear the rest, because she had run off.
Elegance had reached home by midnight. She was sitting in the kitchen, sullen, silent. The great clock in that room, a grandfather clock, was the only sound heard. Tick. Tick. Tick. Elegance stared down at her hands. Her face portrayed no emotion whatsoever. She had already snapped. Nothing made sense. Everything was a jumble. She saw words written on the wall, and her mind couldn’t connect that there was nothing actually there.
Blood, leaning on a wall where Elegance had been backed against, took his blonde wig off. He threw it to the ground, then threw the glasses he wore against the wall, shattering them. He dropped his jacket. Blood— no, no, not Blood. Crescent. He was Crescent. Blood was his alias. His alias who had just helped shut Elegance up. “She was so annoying. . .” he murmured. Yes, the rumors about him were true. He wasn’t crazy, no, no, no, not crazy. Just. . .creative. Yes, creative. Inspirational. Crescent smiled, then grinned, his eyes widening. Laughter erupted from him. “My sweet Ellie! Good night!”
Red is such a pretty colour. When there’s a lot of red at one time, it almost appears black. Elegance would have admired all the red, but her eyes were glazed over. She was lying on the floor. The knife had clattered to the ground when she cut her throat. The words around her were too much. The whispers had turned to screams. The black figures were then everywhere, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Before she snapped like a taut string, They chanted, Elegance, Elegance, Elegance! Sweet entrancing Elegance. Join us here, join us now, come with us forever. Even in death, she had felt like she had lost. She gave Them what They wanted. She had given the Starers what they had wanted. Ultimately, she had failed. At what ever game she had been playing with the Starers, she had lost. Check. . .mate.
Crescent bit his lip, trembling. His nails dug into his skin as he held himself, as if cold. He had noticed it as soon as he left his house. They were all staring at him. . .and whispering. . .
“You worry too much, Elegance.” Crescent said, smiling gently. “No, you’re not listening. They’re angry.” Elegance whispered, scared. “Lord! Elegance, if you went to anyone else but me, they’d have thought you were stuck-up for thinking everyone’s looking at you!” he said, rolling his eyes. “That’s why I came to you, Crescent. I can trust you more than anyone.” she said, averting her eyes. Crescent’s look softened. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay.” he said. “Just don’t worry about it, Ellie. You’ll be fine.” Crescent finished. Elegance nodded sadly. She was never too right in the head to begin with. She’s crazy. Elegance whirled on her heel, surprised. “Did you hear them?! They were whispering about me!” she hissed, clinging to Crescent’s arm. “I honestly didn’t hear anything,” Crescent said, shrugging. He pulled away. “Go home, okay? You should get some rest and chill. I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll pick you up and I’ll treat you to the best artery-clogging food we can find, ‘kay?” he said brightly. “Okay. Bye.” she murmured, walking down the road. Crazy was a little much. Maybe paranoid, but no, no, not crazy. “There are rumors. About Crescent.” she thought. Yes, the rumors. Rumors he was somewhat. . .different. He didn’t seem to mind the rumors, though. He only smiled and played along, and everyone loved him. They avoided Elegance, who was dark and gloomy, despite her very sunny, cute look. They flocked to Crescent, who had a malevolent look, but was very kind and optimistic. He is the sun, and I am the rain cloud. Yet they were inseparable. “Annoying. She’s so annoying.” Crescent mumbled. “How ridiculous. How annoying. I’m ending this tonight, Ellie. . .” he said, beguiled, watching her figure fade.
Ravage. Tear. We will break you. We know what you did, Elegance. You can’t run. . .Our dear, sweet Elegance. Elegance was feeling sick. She was walking behind Crescent’s lanky form, while he chatted away. “Are you even listening to me, Ellie?!” he demanded, frowning. “W-What? Oh, yes, yes, I am!” she said, turning red. He raised an eyebrow. Elegance bowed her head. “I just zoned out a little. I’m sorry.” she murmured. “Do you need to go home?” Crescent asked. “No, I’m fine, sorry.” she insisted, smiling. “Don’t worry, don’t worry.” he answered, laughing. “Uhm. . .But I know something that’ll make me feel better.” she said quietly. She glanced around. It seemed everyone was staring at her. She felt small, insignificant. “Well, if it’s in my power, I’ll do it.” he said brightly. “O-Okay. Well, I want you to listen to me.” Elegance mumbled. “Sure? Don’t I already?” Crescent asked, wrinkling his nose. “Well, yes, but I want to talk about. . .you know. . .the whispers.” she said timidly. Yes. Elegance’s fears were usually the core of their conversations. About how she was scared. Everyone noticed her, hated her. She looked up when he said nothing. He was glaring down at her. She shivered, shocked. He had never looked so angry, so malevolent. He clicked his tongue, but then his usual expression reappeared. “I gave you a second chance, Ellie, because I like you. But you’ve totally wasted it, and it hasn’t even been a full day yet.” he said, sighing and shaking his head. “Bye bye, Ellie. See you later. ♥” he said, waving and walking away. She watched, shocked. His figure jumped a fence and was gone. Without him there, everyone stared at her. Their voices grew louder. Silly, beautiful Elegance. You shouldn’t have talked about yourself so much. All you ever talk about is you, you, you, you. It’s no wonder he got so fed up with you. Shocked, Elegance reeled back. She whirled around, stunned, everyone staring at her. “STOP STARING AT ME!!!!!!!!” she shrieked, darting away. The whispers grew louder, the stares angrier. “STOP IT!!!” Elegance screamed. She clamped her hands down onto her ears, tears streaming down her cheeks. Black figures were racing behind her, desperate to reach her. They reached out, screeching things unimaginable. “STOP IT!!!” she screamed a final time, and they disappeared.
“I imagined it. . .” Elegance murmured sometime later. She had been running for a long time, stopping once in a while to sob and catch her breath. It was already evening, the blackness bathed in the paleness from the moonlight. She was completely, irreversibly lost. She blamed her destination for not being where she was headed. “Those people chasing me. . .weren’t even real. Maybe I am crazy. . .” she whispered. “The only thing crazier than a crazy person is a crazy person who knows they’re crazy.” a voice said behind her. She whirled on her heel, thrashing her arms out. The male caught her blows, and leaned closer to her face. He smiled gently. He was cute, wearing big-rimmed glasses that made him look more mature than nerdy. His blonde hair tumbled around his shoulders, making him look like some sort of novel character from a fantasy genre. To top off the ‘totally suspicious’ image he had going, he wore a Gothic mini-hat tilted to the side and all black. His jacket hung loosely around his elbows. “OH GOD!! A PERVERT!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” she shrieked, struggling from his grasp. He pouted. “How rude. Madame, I assure you, I implore you, I am not a stalker or a pervert or a weirdo. My name is Blood.” he said, grinning. He stepped back and bowed with a flourish. Heart pounding from the adrenaline, she snapped, “What do you want?!” Blood’s grin broadened. “Nothing, Elegance, my dear. Just to warn you. I am one of the Starers.” he said coyly. Elegance felt her heart falter, skipping, like, forty beats. “H-how do you know about that name?! How do you know my name?!” she demanded. “Elegance, open your eyes, sweetie. I know your name because I’m a Starer. A good one. A very good one. I want to protect you. And you mumble, you know? When you’re talking with your friend what’s-his-name, you start mumbling. The Starers. They’re watching me. The Starers. Tear. . .Break. . .Ahem, so on and so forth. You must not even notice you’re mumbling, silly girl.” Blood intoned, laughing. Elegance took a step back, overwhelmed. She was mumbling about Them. . .?! They were taking over her life! “Elegance, listen up. Everyone knows what you did. They’re planning the dark deeds they want to carry out. Unto you they will cast Divine Punishment. Atonement for your sins. . .it has a price, huh?” he said, shrugging. “Anyways, don’t worry! ♥ I’m sure you’ll be fiiiiiiine. They’re coming for you. . .” Blood cackled. Elegance didn’t hear the rest, because she had run off.
Elegance had reached home by midnight. She was sitting in the kitchen, sullen, silent. The great clock in that room, a grandfather clock, was the only sound heard. Tick. Tick. Tick. Elegance stared down at her hands. Her face portrayed no emotion whatsoever. She had already snapped. Nothing made sense. Everything was a jumble. She saw words written on the wall, and her mind couldn’t connect that there was nothing actually there.
Blood, leaning on a wall where Elegance had been backed against, took his blonde wig off. He threw it to the ground, then threw the glasses he wore against the wall, shattering them. He dropped his jacket. Blood— no, no, not Blood. Crescent. He was Crescent. Blood was his alias. His alias who had just helped shut Elegance up. “She was so annoying. . .” he murmured. Yes, the rumors about him were true. He wasn’t crazy, no, no, no, not crazy. Just. . .creative. Yes, creative. Inspirational. Crescent smiled, then grinned, his eyes widening. Laughter erupted from him. “My sweet Ellie! Good night!”
Red is such a pretty colour. When there’s a lot of red at one time, it almost appears black. Elegance would have admired all the red, but her eyes were glazed over. She was lying on the floor. The knife had clattered to the ground when she cut her throat. The words around her were too much. The whispers had turned to screams. The black figures were then everywhere, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Before she snapped like a taut string, They chanted, Elegance, Elegance, Elegance! Sweet entrancing Elegance. Join us here, join us now, come with us forever. Even in death, she had felt like she had lost. She gave Them what They wanted. She had given the Starers what they had wanted. Ultimately, she had failed. At what ever game she had been playing with the Starers, she had lost. Check. . .mate.
Crescent bit his lip, trembling. His nails dug into his skin as he held himself, as if cold. He had noticed it as soon as he left his house. They were all staring at him. . .and whispering. . .
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