I've been inspired to write another story, but far better then Lost Cause. As in I worked endless hours on this and tried so hard to put as much detail as possible! Anyways enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Song: Secret by The Pierces

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The soft everlasting patter of raindrops kept her mind at sweet ease. Her glossy emerald gaze had been staring at the frosted glass of the window for quite some time now, drops of water racing down its icy surface in a never ending race to the bottom only for two more drops to race down after them. Her delicate little fingers clung to the rosy sheets of her bed, refusing to soften the deadly grip they had on the silky fabric. She had been waiting for hours, maybe minutes, but she could never tell when it was him. He had always kept her at a distance as he ran from her presence for the blue hero had more important things to do then to be shadowed by a pink blur. She was at a point where she felt like a shadow, simply there to remain ignored and unnoticed and she didn't want that, never wanted it. Her gaze had wandered to the digital clock that rest on her snowy white nightstand. Its glowing red numbers told her it was 11:47pm. It couldn't possibly be so late, but she knew better. Within a few moments she had released the silky sheets she grasped so tightly and stood amongst a hard wooden floor, its surface cold under he bare feet. She forced her feet forward to her closet, pulling out a simple grey jacket she had only worn once. Amongst the bright colors of her wardrobe such a dark color was shunned upon. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she slid it onto herself, walking slowly back to her bed where ruby red boots adorned with a single white stripe lay at the foot of the bed. She pulled them onto her feet slowly, yawning as she did so. As she finished and set out to leave, she gave one last glance to the frosted glass. The raindrops had stopped chasing after one another, and the Pink had stopped chasing after the Blue, but more so a darker color.

The streets were coated in a thick layer of fog that seemed to suffocate her tiny lungs and cloak her line of sight. The chunky cement of the sidewalk under her feet was damp, puddles scattered in faulty dents in its surface. Her heeled boots clicked along the stone path quickly, seeking any means of escape. Behind her, messy waves of pink curls had followed behind her fast moving pace. She passed by closed stores and open nightclubs, each sign flashing and glowing in its own pattern to attract the eye. Nothing had caught her eye in fact. She ignored each sign, keeping her emerald gaze on the path before her. It was until the burning smell of nicotine and alcohol had caught her senses that she looked up. It was in beautiful cursive, pink and glowing just the right amount to catch her eye.

"The Pink Lady."

She wasn't sure if she whispered its name to herself or shouted it to the heavens for all to hear. Without a doubt she couldn't help herself but to rush across the damp street, her boots dashing through puddles to get a closer look. From behind the tinted glass of the doors, her glimmering emerald stare could see few people, mostly women, gathered at the bar. Exotic drinks were placed along the dark wooden surface as if a display of bright pink and orange splashed in a lime green and dotted in specks of yellow. What had caught her full attention though, was the small stage. Pink lights hung at its border to illuminate the dancers as they did their routine in perfect unison, once over hidden behind silky black curtains. It was the perfect release to her struggles and all she had to do was walk in. With a shaking hand and twitching fingers, she reached for the door when gloved fingertips grazed her own.

"Oh I'm sorry," she mumbled, averting her starstruck gaze to the ground.

Of anything she heard in the world, nothing had prepared her for what she heard next. The voice was beautifully deep and purely musical to anyone who was fortunate enough to hear. It spoke with kindness fit for a gentlemen, the composure was smooth as silk. Just alone this mysterious voice had melted into a small intoxicating release that coated her in a warm serenity.

"No need, please."

Her head turned, just keeping her sight away from his face. He was tall and dark, ebony fur coating his body. Amongst his arms and legs were crimson stripes. And his chest, it was covered in a patch of snowy fur that shined under the neon light of the sign, illuminating a soft pink glow along his built figure. Her childish gaze traveled back to his hand, which patiently held the door open for her. As much as she wished to enter, she was tempted to continue to stare at the beautiful stranger with the poetic voice. Much to her own displeasure, her body threw itself inside, muttering a small "thank you" as she brushed past him. She scrambled to the bar to keep a distance from him, taking a small menu with assorted drinks labeled to keep her mind from him. The bartender that watched her rush in raised a brow when the pink girl quickly sat down with a menu, but smiled nonetheless.

"Anything catch your eye honey?"

The Pink looked up, greeted by a warm smile of a white cat with smooth tan skin who seemed far too beautiful to work as a simple bartender. With a nod she smiled also, handing the menu to the still smiling feline whose soft tail curled perfectly as she moved.

"Do you have 'a guy stood me up' drink?" she asked, smile fading and eyes lowering to the bar's flawless surface.

The ivory cat smirked and walked away, preparing her drink that would hopefully give her a pleasant buzz. As she waited the Pink tapped her fingers on the bar, slightly turning in the plush red cushion of her stool to glance at the stage. From what she witnessed behind glass, this was different. Only one woman occupied the stage, a white as snow bat that was grasping hold of every mans attention with her busty chest and curvy figure. She began sitting on the edge of the stage, a glittering black dress clinging to her in all the right places and glittering blue eyelids shining under the pink lights. A mic was pressed to her pink lips, her hypnotic voice singing in a soft tune.

Gotta secret, can you keep it?

Swear this one you'll save.

Better lock it, in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.

If I show you then I know you won't tell what I say.

Each word that escaped her velvety voice was enough to catch the attention of anyone surrounding her or merely passing by as the Pink witnessed few men stumble in just to catch a glimpse. To say the least, she was slightly jealous of how much attention the curvy bat had gotten although she wasn't surprised, she seemed to acknowledge what men wanted, but had enough respect for herself to tease them with it. With a small huff she turned back around in her plush little stool, face to face with the white feline, a smooth drink in her hand. From the bottom of the curvy glass, a dark mass was escalating up the sides in stripes up to the cloudy white upper half of the drink. She didn't dare take it from the cat's hold.

"What's that?" she asked, head tilting and mouth hanging open.

The feline gleamed as she set down on a pink coaster, The Pink Lady written in white letters on the rim. Before she spoke she looked over to the singing bat who now stood amongst the stage, her body moving in perfect rhythm with the song she sang so perfectly.

If I show you then I know you won't tell what I say.

'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Why do you smile, like you've been told a secret?

Now you're telling lies, cause you have sworn to keep it.

"This is called Black Madness," she said smoothly, pushing the exotic drink closer with a perfectly manicured finger.

The Pink eyes it suspiciously before wrapping her fingers around the glass, bringing the cold beverage to her lips to take a small sip. The taste was of madness itself hence the name Black Madness. It began as a soft tingle of euphoria followed with a bittersweet taste of sticky licorice. All at once the flavor had bubbled amongst her taste buds, leaving a sweet strawberry aftertaste on her glossy lips. The ivory bartender smiled and walked away, leaving her to her newfound pleasure, a sweet drink that gave her just the buzz she was after.

But no one keeps a secret, no one keeps a secret.

Why when we do our darkest deed do we tell?

They burn in our brains, become a living hell.

Cause everybody tells, everybody tells.

She had reached the last drop of her Black Madness, savoring its final sugary assault on her pink tongue, tinted black in the remains of her orgasmic drink. Goosebumps had risen on her arms despite being covered by her jacket and her cheeks were flushed into a deep crimson. Her vision blurred as she turned once more in her stool just to hear the final words of the soft song that rang throughout The Pink Lady, her vision fading into darkness, and finally finding her release.

Yes two can keep a secret, if one of us is...

Dead.