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They met up off the subway. Under the skyline of Los Angeles the two drifted through the hot summer night. Witch girl in her silver rings and smelling of dangerous, soft leaved herbs. Both dressed in head to toe black with no relief of color to soften the funeral vibe they gave off. Wind ruffled the hem of her long skirt and whipped Corpse Boy's long black hair around his face. Brought out the streak of grey there and highlighted the unearthly pallor of his skin. Bits of dry dirt clung to the scars on his hands and exposed forearms. They were like any other young, interracial couple out for a night in the city. He led her to an abandoned house off the mainway and they stepped through the overgrown bushes and wrecked fence to what had once been a patio in the backyard. Heroin syringes littered the ground and he kicked them aside, one by one. "That's how I died." His voice comes from low and far away and his accent carries the suggestion of time spent in Mexico, far to the South. Mariachi competes with the police sirens from the avenue as he takes off his black denim jacket and fixes Witch Girl with an intense, black eyed stare.