Unliked, Unneeded, Unwanted.
Minding his own bisness. Keeping to himself. Looking down at the ground because he didn’t want to attract attention. Stay quiet because if he doesn’t he’ll get harrassed. Watching in front of him because objects can appear from anywhere. Keeping his ear open to hear movement and catch anything they could say.
These were all things Moxie did. They were things he did because other’s at the skatepark didn’t like him. He was always alone, never bothered to interact with anything else and never came with a group of people.
He became even more unliked when a girl dear to everyone there had gone missing. He’d been the last person seen with her.
Everyone labeled him as dangerous. The other’s didn’t care that no one had actually seen anything. He was a threat.
The passed few days there’s been someone new at the park. Someone no one knew. Although, for whatever reason, he talked to Moxie. Moxie of all people. No one liked that.
It had been a little less than a week when the new guy didn’t visit the park, leaving Moxie back to his routine. Although... Moxie had fucked up yesterday. And he fucked up bad.
Holding a switch black to one of their throats wasn’t going to fly, no matte the circumstances. They didn’t care. He was a threat and wasn’t to be trusted with anything.
Moxie was just skating on his board, in the middle of a turn when he was shoved off, catching himself on the pavement. He didn’t need to turn around to know what was happening. He was about to get beat down on.
He moved into a sitting position, looking up at his assultant. It was Adalyn who was looking down at him, her hands loosely hung at her side.
“Word has it you tried to slit Noah’s throat yesterday.” She crouched down to his level. “Y’know what that means, Moxie.” She said the name with venom sewn into every letter.
He looked up at her, Adalyn being several inches taller than him. “He’s the one who attacked me in an alley.”
The taller lady giggled. “And you think I care? I’ve looking for a reason to beat the shit out of you for a while.”
Moxie gave a small sigh and closed his eyes. “Have at it.”
The first punch was rained down on his nose and he could feel it crunch under her fist. Needless to say, for the next few minutes, he was going to be in some pain that would never end.
When Adalyn was finished, she took a step back. The only really visible injeries were probably his broken nose and a few brusies on the side of his face. Needless to say, his body was in pain just about everywhere else.
She flicked her wrist, blood covering her hands from his bloodied nose. “You wouldn’t have to deal with this if you didn’t muder Spike, Moxie.”
He took a deep breath. “We don’t even-”
”What-? You wanna tell me we don’t know she’s dead? Please, it’s been eight months.” Adalyn looked down at him in disgust. “We didn’t even get to know her name before you went up and stole her life from her.”
Moxie goes blank for a second before his lips curl into this... twisted smile. He giggles. ”You say you wanted to know her name?” Another pshychotic giggle erupted out of him.
Adalyn looked at him. He face twisted into that of anger as she gripped at the collar of his shirt, bringing him up to her level. ”This. This is how we know you killed her. Your fucking insane Moxie.”
His smile fell from his face. “Her... name,” he muttered.
Adalyn cocked her head a little. “What was that, you bastard?”
He giggled a little before a synical smile danced it’s way onto his face, a terrifying demor taking over him. He giggled a manical giggle. It was almost sad.
”...”
”...”
”...”
“Her name was Annabell.”