You love to hate me like black and white and day and night, like fire on a leaf. I hate to love you like good and bad and sun and rain, like darkness in the sun's rays. Shut up and listen my dear, do not shed a tear, for this is a song for the end of days.

A Song for The End of Days

By Spiral Breeze

Prologue

"Stop following me."

"I just wanna talk!"

"I'm not looking for some little girlfriend alright?"

"I-" Bass had the decency to stop in her tracks, a blush creeping up her face. She shook her head, her long brown hair waving in the wind. With sudden resolve, she continued to follow the boy in front of her, jogging to catch up. "I heard you talking to your Pokémon." She said, finally shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Don't worry 'bout it, it doesn't concern you."

"The end of the world doesn't concern me?" Bass said skeptically, an eyebrow raised.

The boy said nothing and jogged ahead, his Linoone following at his heels. Bass sighed and jogged right along with him, keeping up the easy pace. She had heard him clearly at the bus stop, and she knew, she had to follow him, no matter what. He spoke of things that scared her sending the hairs on the back of her neck on end, things that excited her above all measure, and things that suddenly brought moisture to her eyes. Whoever this boy was, wherever he was going, she would find out, and follow.

"I'm Bass." She said, perhaps she could entice him into telling her his name at the very least.

"So?" He stopped, as did the Linoone, very obedient, Bass noted.

"What's your name?" She looked directly into his eyes. The windows to the soul.

"That doesn't concern you either, people don't need names when they're dead."

She scanned his face, her eyes dropping to his neck and shirt, she noticed a length of black cord, two crystals lying next to each other around his neck, one black as night, the other clear as day. Something inside her wanted to touch them, she lifted her hand tentatively, and touched the cool stones.

A hand met her cheek, the slap stinging her face, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Don't touch me!" The boy growled and took a step back, his breathing ragged.

"They feel cold, even though they're right next to your heart." Bass stated, her bewilderment outweighing the pain in her cheek.

"I'll hit you again, leave." His voice was dangerous.

Bass didn't know what propelled her to reach out again, but she did, her hand clasping the two crystals, they were practically ice in her palm. She braced herself for another slap, but it never came.

"It's so cold." She whispered, her breath escaping in vapor from between her lips. She began to panic, it was the middle of summer.

"Leave." He said again, his exhale visible as well.

She could not let go, and suddenly it was snowing between them, the frozen water droplets falling serenely to their arms, melting on the exposed skin. Bass let go, afraid, searching this mysterious boys eyes. The Linoone at his feet let out a long low howl, a cry of mourning.

"What are those?" Her voice was barely above a whisper her breath could still be seen.

"The keys to ending it all."

A small smile, so innocent and at the same time lonely formed on his lips, and regardless of how very scared she was, Bass wanted to know him even more than before. She took a step closer to him, suddenly mere inches from his face.

"What's your name?"

"Gray."

"Why do you want to end it so badly?"

He didn't answer, instead he tucked the crystals into his shirt, a slight twitch in his eye as the cold stones hit the bare skin of his chest. He turned suddenly, beginning to walk again, and Bass was following right behind him.

"I'm coming with you."

The boy turned slowly, his eyes scanning her up and down. He smirked, an almost sinister expression that sent a shiver of almost yearning up her spine.

"Then welcome to my hell."

To Be Continued...