Somewhere, Sometime, Somehow, Beyond Life, Sunday
"...Mitchell, why are we on a train?"
Mitchell opened his eyes.
Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."
But someone he knew had.
He walked past the rows of seats, some containing dead bodies, their necks torn open, their clothes soaked with blood. Some looked more intact than others; not that it mattered.
They were dead.
He swallowed.
Another few rows until the sight of something brought him to a sudden stop. A girl: brunette, wearing a flowery dress. She was pale, and blood had soaked into the jacket and past it, creating crimson splotches that almost - almost - looked like they belonged within the pattern.
He'd seen her before. "Annie?" he called.
"Lia, actually."
The girl's eyes opened, and she stared straight at him. "Wow," she drawled. "I didn't realise they made you vampires so handsome!"
As she sat up, the blood on her neck cracked in places. Her eyes were vivid, the shade nothing like that found on a corpse.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Lia," she repeated. "Why, didn't you hear me the first time? Too busy observing your handiwork?"
"It's not mine," Mitchell snapped.
"So you said," Lia agreed. "I had been wondering about that. I mean, it's a bit hard to tell what blood-drinking monster is making a mess of things when you're already bleeding out, you know? And have I mentioned that it really hurts?"
Mitchell's eyes flicked towards the ground. "I'm sorry," he said. "But this isn't my--"
"Crime scene?" she offered. "Penance? Purgatory? No, I suppose not. Or is it? You wouldn't be here if you didn't feel a little... guilt?"
"This wasn't my fault," Mitchell snapped at her.
"Well, that's debatable," Lia said. She crossed her legs, dangling one dainty foot above the ground. "You... didn't stop who did this, did you?"
"I was busy elsewhere."
"Right, right," Lia replied, bobbing her head. "You had something sexy to slip into. No, I get it, I get it. I mean, with a body like yours, it'd be a crime if you didn't share it around."
Mitchell ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what you want from me," he said.
She sat forward. "Do I really have to spell it out?" she asked. "Pretty but not clever, are you? I was murdered. I want revenge. Sure, it's a little cliche, but that's the best things in life, isn't it?"
"You want me to find who did it?" Mitchell asked. He eyed her warily.
"No, I want you to kill who did it, and make their life miserable," she said. "But to start with, finding them isn't a bad idea. Be a dear? Tell them... we're coming for them..."
And suddenly, every eye in the train... was on him.
"Mitchell!"
Then there was darkness...
A long corridor...
And Annie, running at him, throwing her arms around his neck...
...and then the ocean, crashing into the shore of Barry Island.
[[ and done. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]
Mitchell opened his eyes.
Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."
But someone he knew had.
He walked past the rows of seats, some containing dead bodies, their necks torn open, their clothes soaked with blood. Some looked more intact than others; not that it mattered.
They were dead.
He swallowed.
Another few rows until the sight of something brought him to a sudden stop. A girl: brunette, wearing a flowery dress. She was pale, and blood had soaked into the jacket and past it, creating crimson splotches that almost - almost - looked like they belonged within the pattern.
He'd seen her before. "Annie?" he called.
"Lia, actually."
The girl's eyes opened, and she stared straight at him. "Wow," she drawled. "I didn't realise they made you vampires so handsome!"
As she sat up, the blood on her neck cracked in places. Her eyes were vivid, the shade nothing like that found on a corpse.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Lia," she repeated. "Why, didn't you hear me the first time? Too busy observing your handiwork?"
"It's not mine," Mitchell snapped.
"So you said," Lia agreed. "I had been wondering about that. I mean, it's a bit hard to tell what blood-drinking monster is making a mess of things when you're already bleeding out, you know? And have I mentioned that it really hurts?"
Mitchell's eyes flicked towards the ground. "I'm sorry," he said. "But this isn't my--"
"Crime scene?" she offered. "Penance? Purgatory? No, I suppose not. Or is it? You wouldn't be here if you didn't feel a little... guilt?"
"This wasn't my fault," Mitchell snapped at her.
"Well, that's debatable," Lia said. She crossed her legs, dangling one dainty foot above the ground. "You... didn't stop who did this, did you?"
"I was busy elsewhere."
"Right, right," Lia replied, bobbing her head. "You had something sexy to slip into. No, I get it, I get it. I mean, with a body like yours, it'd be a crime if you didn't share it around."
Mitchell ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what you want from me," he said.
She sat forward. "Do I really have to spell it out?" she asked. "Pretty but not clever, are you? I was murdered. I want revenge. Sure, it's a little cliche, but that's the best things in life, isn't it?"
"You want me to find who did it?" Mitchell asked. He eyed her warily.
"No, I want you to kill who did it, and make their life miserable," she said. "But to start with, finding them isn't a bad idea. Be a dear? Tell them... we're coming for them..."
And suddenly, every eye in the train... was on him.
"Mitchell!"
Then there was darkness...
A long corridor...
And Annie, running at him, throwing her arms around his neck...
...and then the ocean, crashing into the shore of Barry Island.
[[ and done. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]