Just A Game

I'm Not Afraid

(That's Ace's voice when he puts effort into it, otherwise it's just tired and deep, also warning! Self harm! Blood! Possibly gore depending on your imagination.)

Charlie smiled at her hotel members before clearing her throat.

"Since you're staying with us is there any talents you have that may help the restaurant?" She asked them seriously. The brother gripped his arm tightly seeming nervous as he looked to the side to avoid Charlie's eyes. "..No." He said as Spyral began to make a list of her best and worst qualities. "And-! But bro, you can sing and dance." The sister said looking at him making Charlie do so as well. "You can?" She asked in surprised, losing all seriousness as her voice became soft.

"Yeah, well tragedies change things in people." He shrugs as he side glances his sister sending a glare her way. She looks at him with a look that says sorry and Alastor overhears the entire conversation and comes over. "I don't mean to intrude, but you both can sing and dance?" He asked slyly and the brother knew what was coming up next.

"Mhm!" The sister agreed smiling. "Charlie dear, why not let them try to attract more people?" He kindly suggested pulling them close which the brother didn't like one bit. Charlie looked thoughtful as the sister begged her with her eyes. "I think that's a brilliant idea." She nodded as the brother sighed and the sister squealed. "I don't sing." He said to them both with a glare.

"Surely me and you can sing a song to catch some eyes yes?" Alastor asked pulling Ace into a side hug. "I'll help make your performances good but that's all! I'm not fucking joining this shitshow!" He said moving out of Alastor's grasp.

"I suppose that will have to do." Alastor sighed quietly as Ace moved away from him. "Besides, what kind of performance are we even performing?" He asked looking at Charlie and Alastor expectedly. They both shared a look. "A onstage performance." Alastor started.

"With our own music!"

"Something to jam too, dance moves included."

"Right, but what's your fucking theme?" Ace asked tiredly, they looked confused. "What do you mean theme?" Charlie asked making him look at them like they were idiotic. "I mean, the song's theme! The lyrics! What will they say to make demons come to this hotel?!" They looked nervous a bit and was sweating. "....You don't have one do you?" He asked narrowing his eyes at them both. "......no." Charlie said quietly as he pinched the temple of his nose.

"Look. We know no one wants to help you for your cause, so you would need to figure out a way to get them to understand your thinking." He explained after sighing, he was calmer when saying this. Charlie didn't reply which made him roll his eyes. "Try this idea: start the song where everyone can understand. Pain, violence, suffering. Then end it with something that manages them to see your side. Got it?" He asked as he lit a cigarette. She nodded quickly while Alastor raised an eyebrow and his sister gave him look.

"Forget about it." He said when he noticed what the were trying to imply. He tried to light it with his lighter but it wasn't working, then someone lit his cigarette for him. He looked up to see Angel smiling. "Thanks.." He said unsure as he let her light it. "No problem." He cooed as he narrowed his eyes at him.

The group was also looking at Angel strangely before Alastor cleared his throat. "Big day tomorrow! How about some rest, yes?" Everyone agreed as Ace stayed silent as he asked for his room number, before leaving and going there. Once there, he closed and locked the door. "I can do it." He sighed as he snapped making his suitcase appear. He twirled his finger and it all was put away as he got an towel and fresh clothes to take a quick shower. He was in the shower letting the water just burn his skin.

What was he doing..?

Ace growled before punching the wall making blood appear in the shower. He continued to do this until he was almost drained of energy. He left his curly red hair messy and barely dry as he got in bed, not wearing a shirt. He sat there unsure what to do next. Maybe just...wait till morning and act like you were asleep?

He laid down on his side that had plentiful scratches and scars on it. Ace wanted to do something about the scars and wounds but they would see him as weak if he showed them. He closed his eyes letting his mind talk, since the silence helped the thoughts get louder and speak their mind.

Sad excuse for a brother I see? Still thinking you can change? Just embrace the fucking truth already!

You already know what comes next, they call you something out of fear. Isn't that what you wanted? To be feared so you wouldn't get hurt? Yet you still hurt yourself...it's pathetic. You want other's to be afraid, yet you are afraid of yourself. How sad, your sister is afraid....but even that's not what you wanted yet you fucking got it?! Didn't you?

You lie to make it all better, to make the little bitter piece of light of happiness and sunshine and good times and moments better? Stronger? Her big brother again? The one that didn't murder and slaughter they're entire fucking family in cold blood?! Do you fucking deserve that?

You don't have the right to feel happiness do you? Of course fucking not! You do have the right to judge if people should die or not. After all......

Y  O  U  R  T  H  E  T  R   I  C  K  S  T  E  R  D  E  M  O  N  .

Ace's breathing quickens as the voices laugh in his head as he goes to the bathroom and breaks the entire mirror. He clenches his teeth before stabbing one sharp shard directly in his right arm, and grabs another and another repeating this until the voices silence completely. He tries to take in the warm air but it comes in and out freezing. Blood drips down his arm as he looks into where the mirror was seeing a shadow version of him.

"I'm Not Afraid."

A/n: Sorry if that was a bit violent for you, now you saw into Ace's head, next is Spyral's! Sorry about not updating today, mor tomorrow! Nightie night! Alpha out!

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