The night air formed a barrier around her exposed legs and the wind whispered secrets to her. Her skin-tight dress hugged her to death and the corset under it practically crushed her ribs as they screamed with every move she made. She looked good, and she knew it too.

Her wallet was as full of her ego, her shoes practically screamed 'MONEY'. Her dark brown hair was curled to perfection as she strutted in her riches. She wore a lipstick covered smirk but her lies were seeping out of her pores like sweat.

She wasn't rich, she stole.

That smile, fake.

All it was was a trap to lure in men that stared at her like she was butt-naked.

Some might say that she was the prettiest little thing that they had ever seen.

Maybe not so much, considering her face had so much silicone in it it was practically a mold and her face was brutally beat with all make-up products to exist.

"Hey lil' mama!" a drunken man and his gang slurred as she walked past.

"Hi." She kept it short and simple, trying to make her interaction with them as little as possible.

"Oi, where ya think y'or goin hot stuff," He grabbed her arm and his breath reeked of beer and his clothes were drenched in the smell of weed."We can show ya a good time."

She pulled away from his grasp but it only got stronger."what, are we too poor for ya? We may not be the richest but a night in bed with us is a luxury. Come on, ya know ya wan' it, rich girl."

"Please leave me alone!" They grabbed her arms and drug her body into the alley."Help! Someone, please!"

"HELP!" They were about to hit her, but the punch never came. Her eyes were closed in fear and her heart pounded in her ears. As the sounds of grunting and groans stopped, she opened her eyes.

  Instead of her so called "prince charming", there was a girl. Blood designed her clothes. In her hand was a bloody spiked bat, and a blood-splattered Japanese bunny mask adorned her head. Blonde hair was visible.

"Thank you so much! But what about them?"

"They just almost raped you, and you're still worried about them?"

The rich girl shook of that thought, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she should stay away from this girl. Maybe 'cuz she was covered in blood, or the fact that her body in the dark night towered over her.

"Thank you for saving me. And I really, truly mean it. You saved my life." the brunette gathered herself and was about to strut past the blonde, but her arm was grabbed and held in a death claw.

As she turned around, her faced filled with horror. The once friendly bunny mask that saved her life now looked like it had been possessed.

"Who said I was here to save you?"

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He sat on the couch, opened beer bottle in one hand, the remote in the other. His friend was captivated by the tv.

As he downed the last of his drink, the game was temporarily paused due to commercials.

"Hey man, I'm gonna go grab another beer. You want anything?"

"Yeah, bring the chips on the way back." His raven-haired friend grumbled from the chair in his living room. Judging by the sound he was probably half asleep.

His bare feet padded with the wooden floor and onto the tile of the kitchen.

His intentions were to just get the beer and chips, but that's not what happened. He unconsciously dragged himself towards the stove and stared at it like it was something captivating. Unknowingly, his hands reaches for the knob of the stove.

He pushed down and the aroma of gas filled his nostrils, the clicks reminding him of a ticking bomb. His hand turned it to the number 5, took his hand away from the knob, and stared in awe at the flame. There was something about that flame. It was so captivating, so brilliant, standing there in all its glory. He wanted it. No, he need it. It needed to be his.

His hand jutted forwards into the dancing flames and the sizzle of his skin was like bacon being cooked. The smell filled all around him, but the only thing he was focused on was the flame. His mind was taken from it when he heard his friend.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" His raven hair flopped around as he ran towards the pink haired boy to take his hand off the dangerous object.

The boy with dark hair took Natsu's hand in his palm,"Dude what happened?!"

He tried to play it off(which he succeeded in),"Nothin' Gray, just trying to make some stove s'mores. Just a lil' accident."

"Just a little accident?!" Gray yelled at him,"You burned the palm of your hand! You might have to go to the hospital you reckless idiot!"

Gray sighed,"Come on. I'll drive you to the clinic." He put on a coat over his shirtless chest and put pants over his boxers.

As they left, Gray couldn't help but realize that even though Natsu burned himself, he didn't show any sign of pain. In fact, he remembered the pink haired man smiling at the sight of his burning flesh before he tore his hand away.

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