I awoke to warmth. Everything was warm, a great change from what I could remember. Cold, snow, a storm… I opened my eyes, to discover everything was dark. My hands slid across the soft thing I was laying on - a bed, with soft silk sheets, warmed by my own body heat. I curled in on myself, relishing the situation. My eyes stayed open, and sought the only light source in the room - the small line from beneath a door. I tried to sense anything, anything that could be living, but I was left with nothing, an emptiness in the two rooms. Determining I was safe at the time being, I closed my eyes again, and attempted to sleep.

“Kid?” I jumped from my spot, a small scream escaping between my chapped lips. There were two wide lavender eyes inches from my own, and I leapt back, nearly falling off of the side of the bed. The man steadied me, pulling me back by my arm.

“You are awake!” He cried, pulling me into a hug. It was still dark, and I could only determine he was skinny, almost sickeningly, and was much taller than my own measly four feet six. “I thought you’d died!” He said, sounding relieved. I tore myself from him, frightened, and huddled against what I thought to be the headboard.

I didn’t speak for a long while, merely staring at his frighteningly bright lavender eyes, the only source of him I could see.

The eyes moved, and disappeared when I felt something leap off of the bed, and the lights were suddenly on, causing me to hiss at the sudden brightness. I rubbed at my eyes, furiously, before attempting to blink up into the face of the man.

I was right with what I felt, he was frighteningly skinny. Tall and lanky, his black jeans hung off of his hips - despite the futile attempt with a sparkly belt -, showing the jut of the bone, and he wore no T-shirt, his ribs forming beneath his tight skin. His chest above his right nipple was tainted with a tattoo, a bright orange star and purple moon intertwining. And his eyes were lavender, outlined with dark lashes, looking as if he wore eyeliner. Black socks adorned his feet… And every inch of his was pale, almost white.

I scooted as far away from him as possible, and I almost fell off the bed. I threw a hand down, to push myself up, and felt something squishy, that had crunched beneath my palm. I glanced down, almost afraid, and gave a horrified gurgle at the sight of a grey severed hand, the skin bruised and greenish. Bones were now jutting out from where the pressure of my own hand hit. I screamed properly when the man grabbed me, pulling me back on the bed.

“Calm down, man!” He said, grinning at me like I was foolish. Sorry, but I don’t see a decaying, severed hand every day, you know! I pulled away from him, huddling myself again beneath the blankets. Maybe he’d go away if I didn’t see him…?

I felt something thrust under the blanket and into my arms. I tried to push it away but the man said, “Here, hold Killy, he’ll make you feel better.” I blinked, and pulled the thing to my chest. It was soft and fuzzy. Upon further inspection with my fingers I discovered it to be a stuffed moose, and it was soft. I held it, whimpering softly at the remembrance of the hand. That used to belong to somebody, it used to be attached to an arm. Who would do such a thing? And would it be done to me? I began shaking at the thought, and felt the blanket being pulled from me again. It was the man, grinning brightly at me and holding out a bowl of what seemed to be steaming broth and noodles.

“Here, eat.” He said, pulling me up into a sitting position. I set Killy in my lap, and looked down to see it was a stuff moose, one who’s right arm was nearly torn from it’s seams, and was a dark brown color. It had beady black eyes that glinted from the light bulb.

“My name’s Robin,” The man said, placing the bowl in my lap. As I took little sips, Robin looked me over, and I saw his eyes linger at my lap a few times. I ducked a little further into my soup, trying to ignore him and my embarrassment.

I noticed he frowned a little, and as I finished he asked, “Do you have a name?” I nodded slightly, allowing him to take the bowl. “Well?” He asked, before leaving the room to put the bowl somewhere.

“Julian…” I said, watching him smile, nod, and leave. When he closed the door I sunk into the bed, attempting not to let my eyes linger anywhere that might not be safe. I really didn’t want to be sick in this guy’s bed and have him get mad at me. From what I’ve seen so far, he’s either crazy, or he has serious anger issues. Probably both, but what can I tell?

I snuggled with Killy, tucking the moose head beneath my chin. He was warm and fuzzy, just like everything in the room was warm. I wonder why it’s warm… Even with the blankets off it felt like midsummer. Maybe he was from the south?

Well, I eventually began falling asleep, and just as I was on the edge of fully being asleep, I felt someone slip in bed with me, and before I could do anything, a wet rag was placed over my mouth and nose, and a strange smell caused me to pass out. I was well aware of the body that wrapped around mine before slipping into darkness.

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Robin's Note: Oh, fucking yeah.