EDITED

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Andy's P.O.V

If I had to pick my least favourite season, it would be fall; hands down.

You see, autumn was the most useless season- it wasn't cold enough to wear a jacket, and it wasn't hot enough to go without one. Not to mention that the wind seemed to transform into a wrecking ball whose soul purpose in life was to make you miserable.

It hadn't always been that way. In fact I used to love fall when back when I lived in the country. Every day I would wake up to rows of golden, purple, red, and orange clouds floating down to cover the ground. But now the red represented blood and the purple a box of pills.

Here in the city there weren't pretty colourful trees or crisp morning air- only the bad things about fall.

And today it felt strangely like Autumn, even though my Hot Silent Brothers of the Year calendar clearly said it was summer.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I continued to walk down one of the abandoned streets in the warehouse district.

My thoughts drifted to what I had told Makai merely twenty minutes ago, even though it seemed like a lifetime had already passed between then and now.

I had told Makai lots crackpot theories and stories, like one about where Jack Sparrow was actually a cross-dressing asexual women who had been abused by zebra when she was younger, prompting her to escape to piracy and get facial hair transplants. But even then she hadn't batted an eyelash; because she was used to it. (I think she finally gave up caring after I told her that Cedric Diggory had an affair with Dumbledoor-including fanart to back it up.)

But this time she had seemed generally taken aback, which was abnormal.

Oh well, each to their own.

The awful fall like wind bit into my sides again, causing me to pull my beat-down army jacket closer to my body. I lived about a forty-minute walk away from the school, but by taking a shortcut through the abandoned and "haunted" streets, I could cut down my walk to twenty- and I even got the bonus of not having to talk to anyone.

Mindlessly, my hand slipped into my jacket pocket and fumbled around blindly until my thumb hit the "next" button on my phone, changing the song from "Voodoo Doll" by Vixx to "House of Memories" by Panic! at The Disco.

In the span of the second it took for one song to cut off and the other to start, I heard what sounded like a door being opened. And when the only doors near you happened to be huge rusted metal monstrosities- it was a very hard sound to miss.

My head whipped around, my white earbuds flying in the wind and tangling with my hair.

Behind me looked the same as the front; rows of old metal factories and warehouses, graffiti decorating every inch, and smashed windows, their glass remains still scattered untouched on the ground. No doors were open, and certainly no one was there.

I narrowed my eyes.

I may not have freaked out over the Pegasus incident- really I didn't care if they were real or if I was the only one who saw it- I was confident in my sanity, and Pegasi weren't horrible creatures set out ti kill the earth.

Unless, of course, the earth eventually became completely made of statues, in which I could see the statue-demolishing-flying-horses as a potential problem. But still, seeing that weird thing had peaked my suspicions about what other things might be out there, even as much as I denied it in my head.

After scanning the street over and over again like those annoying cashiers who can't scan the bar code right on your very urgent purchase of tampons, I turned around and kept walking, but not before discretely turning off my music, leaving the head phones in.

Now that it was silent, I could hear the whistle of the wind accompanied by my annoying ADHD thoughts prompting me to think of Beef Jerky of all things.

Is there a black market for Beef Jerky? If so, if two Beef Jerky cartels get in a fight to they call it a beef? Also wasn't there a Veggietales episode where the prisoners got sent to a beef jerky prison camp? Because that seems like a pretty lit prison. Or maybe I'm wrong- it might actually have been Larry and Bob being two beef-jerky-selling red necks.

I came to a stop at a dead intersection, and, being the badass I was, looked both ways before crossing.

The only four-way intersection was three quarters into the district, leaving me with about five minutes left to walk.

As my feet touched the other side of the sidewalk, another gust of wind came and knocked my loose brown hair across my face, making it stick to my lip-gloss in the annoying way hair did. I let out a sound that probably resembled air leaving a bag mixed with an angry bear and brushed it out of my face. And there was something there that wasn't there before.

A jolt when through my body as I stared at the homeless man right in front of me. He was curled up along the wall, covered in baggy gray clothing that slipped down to reveal pale skin with an almost sickly green colour to it. There's no way I could have missed seeing him- he was tall and the only other living thing here besides rats.

He had a tin can next his bare criss-crossed feet.

Something was wrong. People didn't come here to beg- there was no one to beg to.

I fought to keep my body relaxed, telling myself to just act like I hadn't seen him and walk past.

I tried for my most nonchalant "oh look a butterfly" look and turned to keep walking.

"Mhmm, you smell like death, my dear."

Don't do it, I told my self, You have headphones in- just act like you didn't hear him.

But my body involuntarily turned itself back around to face him, almost as if my limbs were being pulled by a ventriloquist- a ventriloquist named "Bad-decisions-that-will-probably-get-you-murdered."

The man was standing now, towering over me at an impressive height, and smiling down with rotten yellow teeth set against black gums. He could pull off a bumble bee Halloween costume flawlessly with that smile.

"I don't that's how catcalling works, Sir; I'm afraid you're going to have to step your game up." I responded gravely, slowing stepping back and silently cursing myself for even opening my mouth.

A forked tongue slithered out between a gap in his bottom front teeth, his smile growing even wider.

"A string calls to a cat my dear, but a string calls to your life. And the Fates love to cut. Cut, cut, cut they will."

Wait- forked tongue?

The green sheen in his skin started to look more solidified, as if he were actually turning green.

I stumbled back, blinking hard as he approached in a relaxed fashion, as if this was a completely normal topic of conversation to have with a stranger.

It was time for me to pull a well known tactical move: confuse and conquer.

"Are the Fates vegan?"

His face contorted in confusion, (as was the point,) his gravelly voice pouring over his lips. "The fates are not a vegetable, why would you even think-"

"Vegan isn't a vegetable," I corrected, stepped back another few paces, my hand fumbling in my pocket for my phone. "It's an eating practice for people who are clearly not normal. Excluding meat? Cheese? Who does that? Weird people with a hyperactive conscious- that's who. And the fates with their little cutting impulse seem like they could be vegan. I knew a vegan once that had to carry around a sponge all day because he was convinced that it needed his help-"

He glared at me. "Enough talk. You're not fooling me this time little half-blood."

Now, what you're going to read here, if you are really even reading this, might just ruin your sleeping patterns for the next month. And please don't think I'm crazy. 

His head split in half, two sides of a face smiling at me with dripping pieces of brain and hair. Sinew and skin started to stretch and pull itself until two full faces were staring down at me. His skin turned dark green and started to harden and form scales at the bottom of his neck, covering part of his translucent skin and two Adams Apples. 

I booked it.

Let me say that you can run a whole lot faster when being chased by a 6-foot, two-headed- reptile-hobo then when you're in gym class.

My boots pounded on the pavement, slamming like the sledge hammer heart in my chest.

"Come here little reaper, let the kitten pull it's ssstring."

I didn't stop to look behind me, but even if I did I doubted I would have seen it. Or him. Whatever it was.

It's voice echoed across the metal and brick, bouncing off ever corner, and giving me no idea where it was going or how close it was.

Suddenly a green taloned hand shot out of the alley straight in front of me, causing me to violently twist to the left and sending a loud cracking sound through the air.

I let out a sharp scream as my right ankle twisted painful, only for it to cut off as I was tackled to the ground.

Homeless Ninja 2.0 was kneeling on top of me in a split second, his foul breath fanning across my cheek as he leaned closer, pinning my arms by my side. His (four) eyes were very clearly reptilian-slit eyes, like a knock off version of Magnus Bane you would see at Comic-con.

His thin black lips widened into a smile, cracking in places to let green goo drip out.

"Masster will be pleassed..."

The grip on my right hand came free as he brought a taloned hand to my face, scraping its un-filed glory down my cheek from the bottom of my eye to my lip. I winced silently, keeping myself quite as possible while scanning for anything nearby I could use. My eyes skirted past a large shard of glass and a splintered crate, panning back to him in time to see him lift his claws to his mouth, staring at my blood hungrily.

Eww. What type of vampire fetish did this guy have.

His forked tounge slithered out between two large fangs, licking off the blood. When he lifted his elbow to bring his hand away from his mouth- that was when I saw my opening.

I brought my hand up, punching his windpipe and giving me just enough room to knee him where it hurt. Well, I mean, I assumed it hurt there, since I wasn't really familiar with the anatomy of snake vampire-aspiring humanoid males.

Thankfully, it must have hurt, because he lost his balance and fell to the side. My hand snapped out and wrapped around the shard of glass I had seen before, digging it into my palm as threw myself him- using my knees to help propel the glass into one of his bent heads. I felt the jagged edges rip into my skin, but held on until I was sure there would be no recovering.

Then I remembered that there were actually two heads. It seems like such an important factor that you wouldn't think you would forget- but things happen durining fights and you make bad decisions, all right?

A sound like helium exiting a balloon came out of it's mouth, and it's other head snapped up from the back, fangs bared. 

I jolted back, scrambling towards the broken crate as fast as I could- but not quite fast enough. One of his hands latched onto my injured ankle, digging five inch black claws into the bone, and twisting it escruxiatingly slow.

"Now, now, little girl. Let's place nice, shall we? We wouldn't want daddy getting mad, would we?"

To be honest, this should have been the part where the guy from Mortal Combat yelled "Wasted," or "Finish Her," because in reality I was about as fit as a couch potato. However, the pain seemed to awaken a forgain instinct in me, and I found the strength twist around, grab the pile of splinters, rip off a two-by-four, and hulk-smash it into his head with enough force to put in dent in a car.

He exploded then, showering me in some weird yellow coloured dust.

I sat there in shock, feeling it blow across my face like some horrible, twisted version of confetti.

Then the pain kicked in.

The skin in my left hand was torn up along the length of my palm and in a striaght line down the inside of my knuckles. My face stung, and my ankle was either badly sprained or broken.

But now wasn't the time for questions or walloing in pain. I had to get out of here before any more of those things appeared.

Standing up, (and by standing up I mean I dragged myself to my feet using a nearby door handle) I stared at the wooden block still clutched tightly in my right fist.

I dropped it, suddenly disgusted, and took off as fast as my ankle would let me.

I didn't look back.

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A/N

Dedicated to all those Vegans out there lol don't kill me.