Beach Vacey [On Hold]

The Color Red I58I

July 14th 2:51 PM:

Velvet Pines—the bar at the corner of the intersection... It has been closed for a week and it's under police investigation. Although, where were the media stories? To the public eye... it's closed for remodeling... Although, will it recover? It may just as well be swept under the rug... like everything else... Swept under the rug just like the plane accident... But, could the scene at the venue be covered up? It's almost impossible since many died in those flames, but, the underground work is always manipulated. Strings get pulled... and mysteries occur... and naturally it's usually swept... or strictly classified. But, could these cases be easily forgotten?

The door's bells rang, and his aqua-gaze lustered in watch as the two blondes left the scene, but those eyes soon came to dull and so did the bar's red essence. Once the door clicked close, the crime scene began to reveal itself.

The lights flickered, and the television monitors fuzzed. The eerie alternative music began to settle into his ears, but white noise interrupted. The electricity!

Where was he? He thought.

Frustration pained on his face, and he knew it... They had to get a move on...!

He walked away, however, towards the bar, and ruffled his violet hair as he began to fidget with impatience. He sighed, though, and parted his lips. "Vaati!" he yelled under his breath, clutching the counter to lean on to serve his irritated whelm.

"Oh, gee...!" A wicked laugh contorted behind the violet-haired one—a new, existing presence to the red room... A spawned appearance. "I sure don't wish to keep you waiting, really~!"

His brows began to twitch, annoyed, and he dropped his head, refusing to catch a glimpse of the wicked individual. His only recognition of the presence were the two words he murmured: "Kill him..."

But, a gasp slipped from the presence as if betrayed. "But, Shadow! What fun is it to kill an unconscious—"

"I said..." An angered breath released from his nose, and his violet hair moved with him as his gaze dropped to the floor. "Kill him! Quickly!" he growled quietly.

An itch crossed the wicked individual, but he called for no more and met with the violet-haired one's demands. He pivoted from his placement and stepped behind the bar. Not a single eye watched him and his actions... except for his own left eye. The bartender lied peacefully on the floor with his crumpled body in rest... An old man he was... But, this old man would go out in a flicker... in a whisper... A shame.

But, to be taken out in one's sleep... is a gift.

The violet-haired one's hands flew away from the counter as he turned away, and the wicked individual threw his lilac hand above the counter, locking his eye onto the old man's neck... That sound sliced through the soundless bar.

The wicked individual pealed a smile onto his face. "Crack~!" He giggled quietly, watching the head of the ending legacy limp over. "'Tis a shame, Sha—"

The violet-haired one snapped his head towards the wicked individual, revealing his furious, wrinkled scowl to him, and shouted under his breath. "Turn the lights off!"

The crimson left eye rolled, and the lilac-skinned hand rose once more in a slow flinging motion. "Yada, yada...!" The smile on his imp face smoothed. "We went over this..." and his fingers snapped, bringing darkness to shadow and death to the lights in the red room... killing all electricity that prolonged.

They were only figures in the dark room now. The red room had lost its color, but... that "red" wouldn't be the last of it. Velvet Pine's "red" wouldn't be so vain. It wouldn't end without the coating of its red essence. Cut open a velvet cake, for instance...