..What If.. -- Club Alien

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What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

What if I'm a world unturning?

What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow

Much too deep?

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There was that chuckle again. The sound of it sent a cold shiver down the length of Kat's spine, as if the icy cold fingers of the past had reached down deep into her core. Alarm bells had begun ringing in the dark recess of her subconscious, despite the immediate lightening strikes of pain singing from seemingly every nerve. A small wave of dizziness passed through her, and she instinctively reached out to grasp the strange man's forearm to keep herself steady. Indecision flickered through her...had she been hurt more than she realized? The hospital was out of the question, there was no doubt about that. But for the first time, she was beginning to wish it wasn't. She'd been dealt harder blows, that was sure, but she'd never felt quite this way after a beating. Everything was fuzzy, as if here was a glitch somewhere in reality. To assume a severe injury was somehow more comforting than facing the possibility of the past...and Kat would choose to ignore those annoying sirens of alarm for as long as she could. If she didn't acknowledge them, they couldn't exist, right?

"Sorry. I haven't eaten in a while. Guess I moved too fast." She explained of her dizzy spell. It wasn't entirely a lie...could she even remember her last meal? She hadn't been eating like she should. It was plainly evident in the way her cheekbones jutted from the porcelain cover of her flesh. Her nude body had become something of a nightmare as of late...each rib was easily accounted for and her hip bones protruded sharply from the formerly vivacious curve of her hips. Her shoulders and collarbone were all crude angles, and her clothes hung on her willowy frame like tarps. She hoped that she would be able to fill out a little more when she stopped running. She missed the bombshell curves she used to have.

She blinked as he opened the door to the truck, the sound of the latch disengaging drawing her out of her thoughts. Her wide chocolate gaze swept up to meet his features once more, honing in on the curve of his lips as he smirked. She was aware of the fact that he was speaking, but she wasn't hearing him. No, her current proximity to him was now at the fore of her brain, and the alarm bells were no longer subconscious. They were wailing full force, demanding her attention. Demanding her notice.

His scent was the first thing that assaulted her. Even after more than a decade, she would have been able to pick that scent out f a crowd. He had always smelled of spice, somehow warm and comforting. Like home, if a person were to have one. She had always associated it with safety, with happiness. She had never come across anther aroma that had ever matched him. She took a step closer, unaware that she was even doing so. Her dark gaze drifted from the curve of his lips to travel the plains of his handsome face. The years had passed, but time had been forgiving to him. Even under the dimness of the street lights, Kat was stricken by just how blue his eyes were. Once they had been surrounded by dark liner. Once his flesh had been pale, without the sun kissed glow of the present moment. Even so, with each passing millisecond, her mind finally began to accept what it had been fighting to hide from itself all along. She swallowed hard, remembering his hair...it had been black once, draped around his features in a shaggy carefree way. There had been a softness about him then that was no longer present now...no, his body was taut and lean. Gone was the youthful boy she'd loved...and in his place stood a striking man. A ghost. Her ghost.

When he spoke his name, she flinched as of he had physically struck her. Her full, bloodstained lips parted and a small whoosh of air escaped her. The bells of alarm were all she could hear now, the constant roar of disbelief now drowned out completely by her own forced acceptance. The heels of her shoes clicked on the pavement as she stepped closer to him, coming nearly toe to toe with him. He was taller than her, but even still she raised her gaze so that it could lock with his of brilliant blue. She stared that way, her racing mind struggling to digest what she had known all along, for a few beats.

And then, instinct took over.

She raised her palm, drew back, and delivered a slap to his stumbled cheek with every ounce of strength she could muster. The resulting sting to her sliced palms caused her to hiss under her breath, but already she was in motion. "You! She snarled, stumbling back away from him. Her dark eyes glistened accusingly in the dimness, thin brows narrowed hatefully. "Of all the people in this god forsaken shit hole... She spoke now more to herself than to him, shouldering her bags more fully. She had to get away. She could not handle this...coming back here was hard enough. But to be face to face with him? It was more than she could bear. Kat whirled, stalking away from him. Her heart raced, but she fought the urge to run. She would not grant him the satisfaction of witnessing just how horribly the sight of him had effected her.

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What if I'm the kindest demon?

Something you might not believe in

What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen

To sleep?

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