Cause you never thought I was dangerous

[T.J Merrit]

Tyler looked around, sitting up in the tree branch of a large oak. He leaned his back on the bark, and sighed. His eyes were black around them, figuring who cared if he wore make up tonight? There was a chance no one would see him. And that's what he planned, sort of. He wanted someone to show up. Someone, anyone. Eisley would be interesting to find here, but her arm was broken and she was probably hiding from him.

Sighing, he jumped down from the tree and leaned against the trunk, watching. Ty loved the cemetery. He spent a lot of his time around them in Boston. He loved that creepy eerie feeling being in a graveyard at night.

He has even watched a couple burials in Boston. Then they arrested him for that. He had been arrested so many times that they had to get a very large folder for his file. And that was the same for his school record too. Weather it was beating up a guy, drugs, alcohol or anything else he thought of bringing to school.

Then of course then was Sepember 13th. That Friday, he was having the voices in his head worse then he was able to remember, and the girl, sweet blonde was annoying him. He crushed her windpipe, killing her before he even let her go. He was sent to the courts after that, and was sent to 6 months in Juvy. Of course with his 'problems' they let him out early.

Tyler snapped out of his memories and looked up at the cloudy night sky. What was is? 11 pm maybe. He looked at the gates of the cemetery, watching to see if anyone would show up.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

The wind whistled omminously through the trees, but Arianna paid no heed as she walked down the cobblestone path of the cementary. After the death of her parents, it had become a place she'd visited often. At first, as a comfort. Later because she had gotten use to the quiet peace of them. She had decided it was time to pay this one a visit. The noise of the school and dorm was grating on her nerves and she needed a break.

A black turtleneck sweater kept the chill out, but her dark wash, falre jeans had so many holes that she shivered in the chill of the night anyway. You could see just a hint of the neon striped socks she wore with her black and white converse through a few of them. The wind was having fun pulling at her long black curls and she wondered why she had even bothered trying to pull them into a bun since they were already coming down.

Small sounds reached her ears as she looked around and her blue-grey eyes slowly turned into a deeper, more sapphire blue as her saddness grew. She thought of her sister that had died in the fire, the same that had claimed her parents. She closed her eyes and wished the thoughts away as she walked under a tree and leaned against it. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before opening her eyes again. She sighed and slid to the ground, still trying to banish the sad memories, though her eyes stayed the sapphire blue.

[T.J Merrit]

Ty watched the girl walk into the cemetery. He watched her, wondering who she was. She wasn't blonde like eisley and he didn't know who she was. Watching her, he moved a bit walking to her. The sound of the frozen leaves on the ground under his feet made a crunching noise. He took a quick glance at the sky, the moon was out for a bit. Stepping out into the somewhat lighted part he smiled. He ran a cold hand in his hair. He blinked his pale ice blue eyes. "Who are you?" He asked. His dark voice probably scaring her.

Not many people cam around here, he spend nights alone here. He watched her. He took another step to her. His black jeans and sweatshirt made him blend into the darkness. Though, his pale skin stuck out. He looked at her and took a few more steps. He waited for her to answer. "What are you doing here?" He asked after a moment. He wanted to know why some girl was on his territory. He wasn't afraid of her if she called the cops on him.

Only one person actually scared him. Gabriel. He has set his hands on fire, and almost killed Annabel. After he left the town, he moved back to Boston. Only to have a warrant out for him. He moved her after only 4 months. No one liked them for him. His mother was alright. She spent her time always at his father's grave. The man that he murdered first.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

Arianna heard someone approach and looked up to see a guy who's appearance reminded her a lot of her own. Pale skin that stood out and dark hair and cloths that blended into the night. Her eyes faded slightly from their deep sapphire blue, but didn't turn to their natural blue grey colour just yet.

She tilted her head to the side slightly as she looked the guy over from the ground and gracefully stood up. He intrigued her. She had never once met another person at the cementary. She considered how to answer his question for a moment. "Arianna." she shrugged. Her voice was soft and light with a slight hint of her French accent. Basically, it was the complete opposite of his. "Frenchie." Insert a second small shrug here. "Depends who you are and what you want to call me." No one ever really bothered to call her by her full name, and she had picked up Frenchie when moving to France to America.

He took another step forward, and was quite close by now. She didn't move, but she knew their were crazy people around these places sometimes, and prepared herself to run. Her weight shifted slightly as she tensed. "It's peaceful. I can think without being interupted." she answered his next question almost immediatly. It was a simple answer. Then he realized she knew nothing of him. "How about you? Who are you? Why are you here?" Her French accent was barely noticable and her eyes faded to there normal blue grey colour now as she forgot about her earlier thoughts.

[T.J Merrit]

Tyler looked at her. "Nice name." he said. He blinked at her. Did he wanted to tell her? of course not. "I like it here. It's quiet. And its homing. I love dead things." He said. Being 6'2'' he looked down at her, watching her every move. "You think its peaceful here? Ever watched burials and laugh at them?" He asked. "They are quiet fun." He looked at her, then looked up at the sky. The moon was going behind a large cloud.

Looking back at her, his eyes black around his ice blue eyes. His lip had the lines going across his right cheek like the Joker. He smiled at her, snake bites in his lips. He pulled the sleeve on his arm down, hiding the tattoos on them. He didn't need her to see them, she didn't need to know anything about them.

"If your here so often as you say, then why haven't I seen you before? I usually spent my time here if I'm not somewere else." He said. He rubbed his temples. He was tired, but didn't say anything about it. He also had a headache. From all the nasty preppy girls screaming FREAK at him all day. He got annoyed with it, and would get a headache by the end of the day.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

He seemed to be trying to scare her she noted as she looked up. At 5'10", she was quite tall and unused to having to look up at people. Along with the makeup and tone of his voice, it seemed as if he knew he usually scared people and had stopped caring long ago. She was about to thank him for the comment on her name, but his other words caught her attention. "The best part about dead things is that they listen without judging." As she said the words, her left hand lifted to the small stud in her nose and her right self consiously brushed her thigh lightly where she knew her tattoo was. She turned her head away for a moment and a sudden wind blew even more curls out of their pony tail and caused them to fly around her head as if in some crazed dance. When the wind settled, she left them scattered about her face in the random matter, ignoring them as she looked back up at the guy.

"I find it hard to laugh at someone exhibiting such sadness." She said simply to his next comment. Her eyes turned deep sapphire once more with the comment as she remembered her own parent's and sister's funeral. She remembered being like a stone and might as well have been dead herself for all the movements and sounds she had made. The only thing she found hard to believe at was the amount of emotion shown at funerals. They cried so hard sometimes it seemed fake, but it wasn't really funny to laugh at fake sadness. It was a sad exhibit in itself.

The moon hid away and she would have completly dissapeared except for the whiteness of her skin and her eyes that shone brightly. She looked at his eyes as he said his next words. It was obvious he wasn't included in most circles. "This is my first year here. I haven't been here very long at all actually." She said, once again wondering who he was. "But why should I tell you so much if I have yet to even learn your name?"

[T.J Merrit]

"I would suppose. But I don't actually talk to them." He said, T.J blinked at her. "When you me, its fun to laugh at the dead." He smiled. When the light hit her, the shadow of the light hid him almost completely, just his eyes were showing. The pale, ice color that were the key to his twisted soul. He looked down at the girl. He started to chew on his snake bites, the black rings around his pale lips. He rubbed the lower part of his left arm, his batman tattoo there. He took a deep breath, the cool air hitting the back of his throat, making him turn his head and cough.

"The fact that when I die, no one would even hold a wake or funeral for me just makes me watch everyone else's" He said. Tyler looked at her, no emotion at all in his face. Nothing hinting in his face, his words nothing. All emotionless. "Even if it's fake sadness at least they maybe cared a bit." He said. He could remember his own father funeral, the man that he killed. The whole family had came out to see them and see his father buried, T.J Himself was shunned and in Juvey the whole time. they never once came to see him.

"That would explain why then." He said. "I'm Tyler. T.J, Ty What ever you wanna call me." He said, giving into her. It wasn't like he was going to kill her, she was different then others. Eisley was different too, but he used her for his own pleasure to see others in pain. Arianna, she was just a bit different then others. He ran a cold hand threw his jet black hair, not taking his eyes off of here. "How do you know if you can trust me or not? I'm not normal, actually I'm far from normal." He said.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

Arianna tilted her head as she watched him. He seemed as if he was trying to hide something, It was as if he didn't want anyone seeing who he really was. When he chewed on his snake bite, it just seemed to confirm that he was nervous.

"Why do you laugh at the dead? It's the living who continue to make stupid mistakes." Arianna replied to his comment. She personally had never found the dead funny. They were, well, dead. She considered his next words. "Why do you say that no one will ever have a wake or funeral for you?" Arianna reached a hand up and brushed her black curls out of her face, turning it to the side as she spoke her next words. "Besides, you don't need a funeral to remind you that someone is gone. The empty presence is enough."

She closed her eyes as the moon shone bright once more for a few seconds before hiding in the darkness again. She opened her eyes and they were an even darker sapphire blue. Why was it that she was so sad tonight? For the past two years she had forgotten about their absence, but tonight it burned like a raging wildfire.

She turned back to look at his eyes once more at the comment of normal. "For one, normal is boring. And no one these days is truely ever normal." Arianna smirked a bit as she stared up into what seemed like pieces of ice for all the emotion she held. There was the first real difference she noticed in their general appearence. While her eyes showed nearly every emotion she had, his seemed like sealed doors. She looked closer and said truthfully, "I don't know I can trust you for sure, but I think I'll take that chance."

[T.J Merrit]

"I never said that i laughed at them. I want to be one of them actually. I loathe and laugh at the people that sob over the dead." He said. "In other words. I'm heartless." He explained. "For the reason that my family doesn't care about me. Like when my father died. I was locked up in Juvie while my family cried over my dad." He said. He chewed on his black snakebites again. He didn't really like his girl much, but he stayed around her. "I know that. But I'm already an empty presence to my mother. She barely talks to me when I'm home." He said. It was more like she screamed get out at him.

He balled his hands up into fists. He hated his family and his life so much. He wanted to be dead, but he couldn't bring himself to actually kill himself. He looked at her, he took a step back, farther into the dark. He put his fists into his pocket of his black parka. He wanted to just so and break something, or more someone in half. what is with her? Its not like I show that I'm the most friendly person in the world. I'm far from that. T.J thought.

He made a face at her. "That's probably a very bad thing to do, Arianna." He said. "I'm not one to be trusted....People get hurt. Or worse." He said. T.J looked at her, and took a sharp breath. The cool air hitting his warm throat made him cough. He looked at her and sighed again.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

Arianna wondered why he contradicted himself. She was pretty sure he had just said he laughed at dead things, but whatever. "Laughing at others people's pain doesn't make you heartless, it just means that you refuse to admit to your own." She pointed out stubbornly. But she could sense he was getting angry talking to her and wondered ever so slightly why. She reached up and pushed a curl behind her ear. "You're lucky to at least have a mother to ignore your presence and you don't have to feel guilty you are the only one left alive." She replied bitterly to his next few comments. Her French accent thickened a bit as she thought again of the forbidden question: Why was I left alive? She quickly blocked the thought knowing it lead only to depression. That wasn't a road she wanted to travel again.

She saw his hands ball up into fists and knew he was was definatly getting mad. Her own hands had curled up themeselves as her sadness vanished into anger. At the very least she admitted to her emotions and didn't just put it off as she wasn't normal, she thought. She turned away and took a deep breath, releasing her fists. She ran the fingers of one hand across the scars on the knuckles of the other. She had gotten into a habit of hitting things when she had fallen into depression, but she couldn't dance with busted knuckles so it was best not to take her anger out on concrete walls and trees.

She glanced over at him as he told her not to trust him. Just because people got hurt didn't mean he couldn't get hurt as well. She reached out and put a hand on the ark of the tree she was standing near and let her head drop. "I'm sure I'll be fine if you try anything." she said simply, softly. She lifted her head and glanced at him at the second sigh. "Why do you keep sighing?" She asked. Her eyes had turned their normal colour once more, and her face was neutral in emotion.

[T.J Merrit]

Tyler looked at her. He ignored her comment about being heartless. He was heartless and he knew it. He didn't need her to tell him that he wasn't. "Oh yes. I'm just so lucky to have a mother that ignores me, or throws kitchen knives at me." He said, sarcasm in very word that he said. He looked at her. Just last week he was home for maybe an hour before he was running out the door with knives flying after him. He took his right hand from his pocket and brought it up to his left side under his ribs. He was hit once there and ended up out cold once he got back to his dorm. He didn't go to the hospital or anything like that. He just wrapped it up with bandages and stayed quiet about it.

"Yeah." He said, not really believing her. He looked at her and blinked. "Just thinking that's all." He said, taking a sharp breath. He winced a bit, his ribs still hurt from the few days before. He looked down at his black shoes. He was thinking on how he was suppose to learn to deal with the way he was. He had already been sent to therapy, but of course with his sick and twisted thoughts, he scared them. "What do you major in in the art school? If you go there that is.." He asked, not looking up from his feet.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

Arianna saw him grab his ribs as he said something about his mother throwing knives at him. She understood immediatly he was hurt. Shhe also somehow knew he hadn't gone to a hospital. "Show me." she said simply, nodding toward his ribs as she took a step forward. She hurt herself enough that she would know what to do if anything was seriously wrong and to be able to tell if anything was wrong in the first place. She ignored the arguement and didn't respond to the fact that his mother threw knives at him.

Arianna watched as he blew off her comment and shrugged. He didn't have to believe her if he didn't want to, but he'd be surprised if he hurt her. "I'm a dancer." She said simply and took a quick pirrouette to demonstrate. She took a jazz step back wards, bending her head down before looking at him again. "How about you?"

[T.J Merrit]

T.J stared at her, eyes slightly wide. She actually cared? "I'm fine." He said after a moment. He didn't let go of his ribs. It hurt to much to actually let it go. He took a step back as she took a step forward. He stepped back again, hitting his back into a tree. He gasped, not realizing that there was tree there, and held his side more. He knew that he opened the wound again. His eyes widened more, staring at her. "Ow." He said. He took a deep breath and slid down the trunk of the tree, sitting down on the ground in leaves. He looked up at her.

"Your a dancer? That's cool." He said after a moment. "I'm a writer." He said almost instantly. He winced, and pulled his arm tighter around his ribs. He knew well that the wound never actually healed up and he just opened it up again by hanging around in trees. He knew that he should have never been in the tree, should have never moved from his dorm.

He shut his eyes, breathing sharply. He sat up and pulled off his parka showing the white tee-shirt that had a small bright red spot on his rights were his hand was. He looked down. The stupid bitch of a mother stabbed him with a sharp streak knife. One of the new ones that she bought only the weekend before. He looked up at her and opened his eyes. "I'm fine. I swear." He growled. He hated hospitals almost as much as he hated Thunder storms. And Tyler was damn terrified of thunerstorms.

[{|.Arianna || Frenchie.|}]

He looked surprised that she cared that she was hurt, and this confused Arianna slightly. She hated seeing people hurt either physically or mentally and always tried to help. She tilted her head slightly and carefully watched TJ. She took another step forward as he hit the tree and slid down, hurting himself more, and shook her head. "You are obviously not fine, so don't even bother trying to lie to me." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and crouched down.

"Yeah, dancing is my life." She said with a small smile. "Writing is fun, but was never really my thing." She smiled again, but her eyebrows were down in a sharp V with worry as he lifted his shirt. He had blood covering his shirt and he said he was fine?

"Bullshit." she said aloud. She got down on her knees as the wind howled again. She could smell the rain on it and wondered how much longer till it did rain. She leaned toward Tyler and stretched out a hand laying it on the one that clung to his ribs. "Show me and I won't force you into an ambulance right this moment." She threatened, looking at his eyes again. She understood not wanting to go to a hospital, but he was going through too much pain to just ignore it.

[T.J Merrit]

Tyler just looked at her, and took his arm off his ribs, looking at her. It seemed that every time his chest moved that more blood would come from his ribs. He could smell the rain, and his eyes went huge. "I-Is it suppose to thunder?" He asked terrified before he winced. He arched his back a bit, pushing it against the tree.He looked at the sky, watching a few rain drops fall down. He looked back down at her. "If I can walk around and been like this for while, then you don't need me to go anywere." He growled. "Not like you can worse me anyway." He said.

He pushed her hand away and held his ribs again. They were burning with pain, and his eyes were full of pain and suffering. He felt a sudden sharp pain in his ribs and he gasped loudly. He hit the back of hsi head on the tree and he groaned. He was in so much pain. He looked at her, blinking once. He looked at her, staring at her. He didn't really trust her, but he didn't have anyone else at the moment to look at . He was in so much pain.