Crimson: The Hippie, and The MuteMature

I was sat on the other side of the trains table, I'd given up on the idea of reading a book when I was being jostled around so much. Luke and Morrigan, who were my brothers friends and both a year older than me were both sat in the exact same position, staring out of the window.

It really was a peculiar sight and everyone who walked past us gave us a look that clearly said, " what the the fuck?"

I didn't know these two freaks until two months ago, when my brother suddenly told me he was going on a French exchange trip for two years. And in the meantime, I would move into a house on a street called "The Street". Way to go being imaginative.

But to be honest, these people looked about as responsible as I was. The chick had bright green hair, which either had a shitty hair cut or she just had a fucked up sense of style. But that was nothing compared to the guy who was apparently from a high-class family and was gonna be paying for the house.

I've come to the conclusion that he's a hippie and he's been drugged up so many times, the effects have never worn off and he's going to be stoned for the rest of his life.

But at least I don't feel like the only weirdo any more. I'm actually an overly-depressed werewolf. And the hippie dude, Luke, can fly. And Morrigan is some sort of "mage" I think...

The train finally stuttered to a halt, Luke and Morrigan both stood up and swung their few bags over their shoulders. I stared down at my two large suitcases and their tiny rucksacks. I shrugged and dragged them along behind me as we exited the train.

Morrigan stood in front of us and pointed to a bus stop.

'Oh... okay...' Luke said vaguely, 'I'll pay...'

I slowed down, letting them go ahead as I tried to act as though I was by myself and not in their strange party.

Morrigan came to a halt and looked back me, she gave a small smile and pointed to the bus that pulled up.

'Good timing...' I murmured.  Morrigan didn't talk at all. My brother said it had something to do with her turning into a evil, creepy monster. So I don't think I'd be pestering her to talk to me any time soon.

We sat right at the back of the bus, away from everyone else's view.

*.*.*

Our shoes clacked on the pavement and echoed around the quiet street eerily. It was midday but, still, no one was in sight. I shivered and Luke approached one of the most modern-looking houses in the street. It was a lot different from the house my brother and I used to live in.

I stuck his hand in his strange blue robes and pulled out a letter, I saw his eyes scan over it quickly and he squatted in front of the door suddenly, pulling a key out from under the mat.

Luke unlocked the door, Morrigan, who was standing behind me gave a push and I walked slowly up to the porch of the house.

'Is our furniture already here?' I asked Luke who was already in the house.

'Oh... my mother furnished it for us...' He mumbled, taking one of my suitcases as I entered the threshold, 'is... it to your liking.'

'Fuck yeah...' I gasped, turning around in awe, trying to get a good luck at every little thing there was to see.

The End

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