Red.

"You're the most callous person I've ever met!" I yelled.

"It's not like you're a saint either, Siren."

"Red," I correct him.

Right when I thought he was inhuman, there was twinkle in his eye when I said this.

Ever since the disappearance of his now non existing significant 'other. Nothing else mattered to him. So he thought at least.

He was the monster in his favorite song, the repulsive one, he was the nostalgic, rare breed, that adored the smell of gasoline.

She, oh she was the Siren.
The exquisite in all man's eyes. She was known as the ray of danger... but she truly was a ray of sunshine.

She, solemnly wanting a better future for herself.
He, doing what he did best.

He killed with no remorse. He lived for blood and pain
And I just hoped I wasn't his next victim.

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