[Halloween 2013] He has no name

The sky was slowly fading from a deep blue to black. The lights flickered with life, giving people hope. The streets flooded with life. Well, I suppose the term †˜life’ is fairly optimistic. Regardless, the streets were filled with people. Was there an event on? Was it a Friday night? Was everyone just heading to the bar to have a couple of drinks (read: a lot) and have a good time? Well, I guess you’ll just have to find out the hard way.

2pm; the sun blared through the gaps in the curtains, and the sound of an alarm clock losing its shit could be heard all through the small single bedroom unit. A hand emerged from the blankets, and slapped the living shit out of the alarm clock. No bingo. The clock kept it up. Second attempt; still going.
†˜Shut the fuck uuup. God’ a voice spilled from under the blankets, as the clock went flying across the room, smashing against the wall. †˜Ah fuck, there goes another one’
The blankets slipped away, to reveal a young man. His slender but muscular figure strained, as he stretched. He brought one hand up to his bright blue eye, and rubbed away. His other hand, he ran through his short brown hair.
†˜Whelp, time to get ready I suppose’ he walked over to his jeans, lying on the floor, and picked them up. They had been worn for a few weeks, but he didn’t care. Nothing special was happening today he figured.
The sound of late 70’s metal rang through the unit, as he put his jeans on. Today’s another day. He walked out into the kitchen, grabbed his keys off the wall and walked out the door. He was never really one to eat breakfast, but he didn’t care. The sun reflected off the dark green paint, almost blinding him. A door clicked open, and then slammed shut. And then a whirring sound came, as the starter motor tried to turn the small 4cylinder engine over. The engine came to life, purring like a kitten. It made a single growl before it left the drive. No time to admire the sound or get play. He loved his car, but he didn’t have the time today.

†˜Fuck me, if I’m late, she’ll have my balls. Goddamn it Sally’ He put his foot down, and screamed down the highway, heading towards town. The engine roared as it came closer to its destination.
Up ahead was the destination in question. A small house, with what appeared to be orange and black streamers thrown around the place. One single thought rolled through his head †˜Ah right, it’s THAT day, isn’t it.’
He pulled up into the carport, and got out of his car. He wished the car good luck, as he walked into the house.
†˜I’m here. I’m not too late am I?’ he called out
†˜Took your time, it’s not like I’ve been waiting or anything’ a voice echoed down the hall. He frowned and laughed sarcastically back at the voice. He walked down the hallway, cringing at all the decorations. He walked into the kitchen, took one good look at what was happening on the counter, and walked back into the hallway
†˜Oh come on, don’t be such a party pooper. Carving pumpkins is awesome fun’ Sally yelled down the hall at him. He sighed and walked back into the kitchen. He faced the pumpkins and gave sally a good look over, whilst pretending to be staring at the pumpkins. She was pretty decent. Nice curvy figure, at least c cup’s on the top. Cute face. And for some reason, the fact she had green eyes with her long brown hair just seemed to top it off. If he wasn’t checking out her body, he was staring at those beautiful jade eyes. He almost got lost in them before she snapped her fingers at him.
†˜Oi, stop staring and help me out. Cut out those two pumpkins over there for me’ She said, pointing at two pre-gutted pumpkins. He sighed, gave a little smirk and had a crack at it. The first one, he had a fair bit of trouble with. What was meant to look like his trademark smirk, ended up being what can only be described as an abortion. He felt as if the pumpkin said †˜kill me’ he raised his knife to end its miserable existence, but Sally stopped him before he could.
†˜What are you doing? It looks fine.’ She knew him far too well. Damn it. Ah well, may as well have a crack at the second pumpkin, and try not to butcher this one.
Another couple of minutes later and he came out with a semi-respectable carving. Not bad, not bad at all, he thought.
A few hours passed, and I was time to light the lanterns, set up the candy, and wait. They sat down and waited for the first eager young child to come knocking, and request candy. Twenty minutes went by, to no door bell. Suddenly, they heard a knock. Sally bolted to the door, and opened it holding a bucket of candy.
†˜Yo, give me candy’ Some little shit from down the road had heard news, and decided to get in on the action.
†˜You’re not dressed up, so no. Maybe next time’ Sally replied. The kid didn’t like that, and punched her where her nads would be… if she had nads. She went back inside and sat down. She hoped for somebody to knock on the door in costume.
A few more hours passed. Still nothing.
†˜Well this was a massive waste of time.’ He said, looking over at Sally, who had fallen asleep on the couch. †˜Poor girl. All this effort, and nobody came around. Assholes’ He took a nearby blanket and laid it over her gently.
†˜Sleep well. You deserve it after all that effort’