Meet me at Sunset *Shadowpook and I*

Tunny nodded once and glanced around "This place really needs decorating"

Christmas sat up with some difficulty. "I'll help. Youknow when i can walk. Which should be in a month, so you can decide what you want till i'm healthy."

Tunny just nodded 2i should probably get rid of the posters, My last phsyciatrist said they arent healthy"

Christmas grinned and looked around. "I like 'em. Gives off a apersonality not many peoplehave. But yeah, i dont think its heathy ether."

Tunny gave a slight grin "Oh believe me, the ones I had before were alot worse"

"What happened to them?"

Tunny chuckled "Dad forced me to get rid of em, Several of em were very graphic or pornographic murder scenes. I don;t know why" he shrugged "i've just always had a thing about blood"

Christmas winced slightly. She didn't mind blood or gore. But PORN?! ugh. "You had, um, porn?"

"Ugh, I'm 16" shrugegd Tunny "And it wasn't really my sort fo thing, more for the rest of teh gangs amusement than my own"

Christmas shivered. "Ugh. I hate boys like that."

Tunny hcuckled "Tis is more my sort fo thing" he said Pulling out what looked like a abnd poster at first. until he oepened it. It was picture in black and white of a person. But where the wounds and vlood were It was a brilliant red colour. It looked like they'd been torn apart.

Christmas took the poster and studied it. "Its very good. Very interesting too." said Christmas, taking in teh scene on teh apaper ebfore her.

Tunny shrugged "Ok, it's a strnge hobby,Collecting pictures like that. My parents put up with it because, in their words, 'It keeps me off the streets'"

Christmas smiled slightly. "Who's the Artist?"

"Oh, I don;t know his real name" said Tunny "I ordered this one of the internet, But He go's by several fake names. Doing this sort of art you have to, if you don;t your gonna get arrested or a hell of alot of hate mail epending on where you live" he said, with a small smile. He Pulled out a notepad "Those arent nearly as good, but I was learning."

"Was?" asked Christmas, holding out her hand for the notebook.

Tunny nodded "I dstopped drawing a couple of years agao" he admitted.

"Why? these are good." said Christmas flipping through the pictures. She glanced up "I especially like this one." she turned the note book around to show the one sh ewas talking about. It showed a dudgeon iwth brick walls. Hanging from chains attachted to teh walls were bloddy victims, one of which had a head missing. There was a block witha boy chained to it. the boy was being beaten to death. "Not very nice, biut very good." she said.

Tunny smiled "really? My personal faivorites this one" he said, Flipping right to teh ack. There were the words not worth it scraled on the top of the page. it was in the same sort of dungeon But now there were no people in it except for a teenage boy curled in the middle of the floor. It showed him fromn the back. his black hair was matted wirh Blood, There were tears in his clothes, there was smoke pouring through a barred window and a needle that looked like it had once held drugs discarded slightly off. He was surrounded by faint ghost like figures and was wearing some sort of chain around his neck which was attacked to the wall. "Drawn in one of my few sober moments towards the end of when i was drawing" he said with a small smile.

Christmas stroked her index finger from the top of the boy to teh bottom, a sad look in her eyes. "Drawing lif e how it looked were you?"

unny shrugged "Like I said" he said emotionlessly "I hate coming down"

Christmas stared at the boy, sadness over coming her. "And you were telling me not to let things affect me." she aid witha slight smile.

tunny sighed and turned away "I gave up drawing after that" he said.

"Why?" asked Christmas, tearing her eyes away from the boy to look at Tunny.

Tunny shrugged "It started to mean less to me, Besides, When i'd been drawing I had a clear mind, good grades,decent friends...When I met the gang i just sort of stopped, i got onto drugs and was almost kicked out of school because I as failing"