crimson

[heymcfly]

[ It was so quiet anymore.

Before the string of murders started, it seemed like the Academy had been bursting with energy. Petitions for chicken rooms, men to run around shirtless. There had been parties to help strangers become friends, rather than to boost morale because there had been another murder and a following execution. Things were so light compared to how they were now.

With Logan gone and the sleepovers taking place, Marty could hardly keep his head on straight anymore. It was like this place was slowly driving you crazy, not knowing whether you'd make it to see the next day or not. Whether it was because of someone you knew or a weird shadow thing, your existence was always questionable here.

He wanders through the building, but eventually he gravitates back up to the bar. After seeing his mother cling to alcohol for every answer through the years, Marty swore he would never do the same and turn to the can when he was in doubt. Her life was never in question though, not like his here. Not like anybody's, for that manner. One little beer wouldn't hurt him, age be damned.

Up the stairs he goes, through the pool room and into the bar. Marty'll look around once, twice. And if the coast is clear, he'll try and hit himself up with a can or two, just for today. ]