Born Into A Hearse

Written in 2018/2019. Enjoy! (Missing Tag(s): Het)

"Your dead eyes are pissing me off!", Zack angrily exclaimed while scraping his scythe along a nearby brick wall.

"Then kill me", Rachel said plainly without batting an eye, following her companion through the dark corridor.

"Ah, this again? You sound like a damn broken record", Zack grimaced, turning around and pointing the bloodied scythe at the blond girl's throat, "I already told you, killing someone with dead eyes is boring as fuck!", now slashing random furniture, Zack was scowling.

"Is your wound better?", Rachel asked as she was fidgeting with something in her bag, "Does it still hu-"

"Yeah! It fucking hurts!", spinning around, the scythe was hitting a spot merely an inch away from Rachel's head, "I slashed my fucking stomach open!", the boy grinned howlingly, "Of course it fucking hurts..."

Quietly, the blonde was staring up at the boy now looming over her, "And besides...that damn drug has done something weird to me..."

By now, Rachel could hear her own blood in her ears, their breaths resonating like the calm before a hurricane.

"What do you mean?", already having a hunch, she still wanted to ascertain.

"You know, don't you? Because you are smart", letting her golden locks glide through his palm, "The chill won't go away", it amplified the rage surging within him.

"I have sworn I'll be useful to you, Zack", narrowing her blue eyes, she continued, "But it's a sin."

"You won't live long enough to get married, so I doubt God cares", annoyed, Zack sneered. The spectrum of his emotions dulling his mind, he slipped his fingers under her choker to touch her neck.

"It's still a sin", Rachel insisted, her blue orbs reflecting the sparse lights in the hallway.

"Do you want me to kill you or not?", moving his scythe, it made a screeching noise.

"...Fine", taking her bag off of herself, she dropped it on the ground, "Use me as you wish."

Bursting out into laughter, "Great..! This is so great...hilarious!", the raven-haired boy palmed his face before quickly regaining composure.

"You know very well I can't control myself!", leeringly, his face was close to hers in the matter of a second again, "So fucking prepare yourself..."

"Yeah, I know", Rachel nodded. The unpalatable taste in her mouth

She was being shoved on the shoddy table. She lay, with her hands covering her chest as she was staring up at him. It was so easy to get lost in her endless eyes.

"It hurts", she said, lying nude on the wooden surface with her back, as he leaned down to kiss her reluctantly; the blood-stained hood concealing his eyes until she reached up to pull it down. For some reason, Rachel remembered Zack's smile from when they were in the elevator still; that honest and sweet smile right before he collapsed.
And for some reason or another, this situation didn't feel all that bad anymore, despite the cold air hitting her body harshly; contrasting the hot blood oozing out of his wound and dripping on her.

"So you get to see me, but I don't get to see you?", the slender girl asked as her hands were resting on his shoulders.

"What do you mean? I stripped", a dumbfounded look on his face, Zack was obviously irritated.

"...Your bandages", an almost imperceptible disappointment in her voice.

"No way!", clenching his hands that were cupping the table's edge, his entire being was overcome by disgust and repellence. "You can't be serious..."

"But that's unfair...", almost forming her lips into the resemblance of a pout, she looked away. "But it's fine, I'm not forc-", interrupted, she was being yanked off the table with a gasp and made to stand on the stone floor.

"Like this...then", Zack said, covering Rachel's eyes with his hand as he was standing right in front of her, close enough to shield her from the cold. On the contrary, Zack's eyes wandered, down her lithe body and up again.

Hesitantly at first, she eventually reached out to to undo his bandages; with each piece of cloth she was unwrapping, her anticipation rose. Halting her breath, Rachel's fingertips touched his burnt skin; inducing a shiver.

"Feels strange...", essentially a whisper, her hands carefully ghosted over his scarred torso. His irrevocable sins...

"Shut up!", Zack fumed, recalling the pain integrated in his brain.

"...But it doesn't feel bad", he was taken aback, dithered, as she was appeasing his rage, "You really are strange as fuck...", his ambivalent emotions fading into the darkness.

It was all gone. There was only him and his thoughts now.

Still concealing Rachel's eyes, he reached for her shirt discarded on the floor and threw it over her head, "Huh?", before Zack grabbed his bandages and began wrapping himself again. "Put it on."

"We aren't going to-", this time, it was the blonde who was seemingly perplexed.

"Forget it, you are just a kid", Zack stated bluntly while pulling his hoodie down in his face; hiding an almost-grin.

"You realized that just now?"

"Her eyes are as dead as ever..."

And yet, he couldn't help but think he saw a hint of a smile when he strolled ahead with his scythe across his shoulders and turned around to scold her, "Let's go already! You are so slow..."

"Yes."