Your Blazing Undead Heart

Huffing into his hands Bartholomew had tried to blink, tried to flinch tried to make a sound. All that could be muttered was a icy word. "f**k!" seafoam eyes  were locked on the dead elderly woman's body. 'somebody help me!'  seconds that  should have been counted passed, seconds Bartholomew had been too distraught to count flew by, then he felt a pressure in his left temple, something not relief but something wash over him. His sense of touch recognized the pressure as a hand, resting on his left temple. It was gentle, it was warm, it was calming. Bartholomew's seafoam eyes searched for the body to remember the gore, yet there was nothing. Just a clean tile floor. "Buddy you okay?" Inquired a taller male with dyed blue 'emo hair'. He had taken Bartholomew to the mountains the unclean restroom bothered him.    Bartholomew inhaled shakily and his eyes tried to see reality...All they saw was Codi's jumper worn by a pumpkin headed figure without limbs and holes in it's 'body'. He heard Codi ask him a question, his reply was panicked. "Fuck...Codi, I'm having another episode."  When his frown shifted into a warm smile Codi sat outside the circle of burning herbs and tea leaves he used to bring Bartholomew and himself outside of their city. "Yeah, I'm Codi. Codi who?" He asked his own voice trained and steady.  "Codi Watson." Answered Bartholomew he smiled feeling himself pass the first part of Codi's test. He felt that second sensation again Bartholomew was drawing nearer to identifying what washed over him. "And I'm Bartholomew Agrest." he filled in his own part of the test.  As Codi's eyes lit up he nodded in confirmation and proceeded. "What do our eyes say?"  The Pumpkin-Figure began to peel away and unveil Codi's body wearing the maroon and sky blue jumper. Bartholomew became even calmer. He took three deep inhales, paired with three deep exhales. "I'm not Human." Slowing after answering Bartholomew sat down inside of the transportation circle and quieted his thoughts. The feeling that washed over him was his anti-psychotics he knew that thanks to Codi. "Tell me I'm yours."  Drawing with his left index and little fingers Codi altered the transportation circle to form a cat's head. "Need me to walk you home?" Asked Codi endearingly sweet.  A friendly laugh came from Bartholomew before he watched the circle become a cat's head. He smiled now able to see reality. "In the f*****g mountains?!  I'll pass motherfucker. You know I'm down with the nature spirits." Sarcastically retorted Bartholomew. Without another word Codi had swiped away at the lower part of the transportation circle and watched Bartholomew vanish without. "Get a boyfriend jackass. I need to attend to my straight rights. Harems for the win, Mew." Codi half jokingly declared. The pavement fizzled with the same ingredients Codi used to create the circle while Bartholomew was having a schizophrenic  episode, licking his lips Bartholomew just noticed that Codi had slipped him his anti-psychotics. 'But what had I been doing before?'   Eventually the memory would be lost to him. All of a sudden Bartholomew heard a snicker.  "Can you afford this Soup Of The Day? Mister Magazine?" Flirtatiously and playfully asked a medium sepia skinned young adult with Sheep's horns. He had know Codi would set him up with that Upper Class doctor's son. He'd been pinning after The Bartholomew Agrest for months. Although. "Nani l'f**k? This is my first time meeting you sir, and quite frankly-" Bartholomew stopped himself when he saw what the world renown folk metal vocalist looked like. Dyed yellow hair, muscles, olive almond shaped eyes, a menthol cigarette, and a bartender's clothes. With pink cheeks Bartholomew murmured something in French. Then said something completely different in English. "What's a player to a Game Designer?" Although Bartholomew was unsure of what emotion he felt for the metalhead he trapped himself in the stranger's eyes, which told him. 'Hold on, did he just-did he just. MAKE A BLOODY COMEBACK, HOT?'  "Hot-Hot-Hot damn, Mister Agrest you've got a mouth on ya!" Slowly, slowly he processed what just happened. And got over it. "First-first-first time meeting an haha, actual celeb you must need to make an impression!" He answered. Grinning Bartholomew knew he only needed to saw one thing. One spell. But he chose not to unsure of The Why, Bartholomew looked at The Who, and said something different. "Am I slurring my speech?" now his pink cheeks shifted to humiliation. "Yes. Just so you know, I'm Elijah-Ricardo Torchwick." Replied Elijah-Ricardo, as he fished a bottle of distilled water from his left pants pocket, and offered it to the stranger. "You know my name. I'm World Famous, Elijah-Ricardo Torchwick." Bartholomew's tone was superior, precipitous and bitchy, he not only took the water but took another look at Elijah-Ricardo, he played with the thought of pinning him against the wall he was coolly leaning against. Bartholomew thought he looked like a jackass. "Wait, did Codi bring me to you?" he said under his breath and to himself, then he washed away the transportation circle with the full bottle of water (which was discoloured  orange) then stepped outside of it. With the spell Codi had made now powerless Bartholomew began to walk away and reach for his phone. Before he could talk Elijah-Ricardo stole his thoughts, literally. "This was a fated meeting if you wanna talk again, just meet me at Polygon's a week from now. You know where I'll be Mister Magizine. On the f*****g stage, bloody tearing it up. All night-all night until they call the cops!" He called yet stayed there with his ability Elijah-Ricardo knew Bartholomew had something to tell him, he only played dumb. "I think your stammers are cute! They really take you down a notch!"  Retorted Bartholomew with an airy, laugh that suits one on a high horse. He put his phone to his right ear (after the left ear felt wrong) and spoke softly and lowly. "Mom, dad. I'll be home soon, and I'm taking my medication again. Uh, I've checked and it isn't expired! Love you peace!" He hung up after hearing his mom said the first five letters of his name. Craning his neck to the left he saw Elijah-Ricardo laugh and then vanish over the wall, after that Bartholomew flagged down a cab.