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Haze Knight

"This could be fun."

0 · 163 views · located in Earth, in the fictional town of Elderbrook

a character in “Month Of Midnight”, originally authored by peace_of_mind7, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Haze Knight





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Name: Haze Knight

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Occupation: Worked at a Music Store

Bio: Haze was a man of many faces. He was the rebel, the bad-ass, but to those that truly knew him; Haze was the loyal friend. He went through life in a veil of uncertainty. He never trusted people easily and didn't like strangers. Haze spent his days doing one of two things: working at Monty's Music and daydreaming about the things that he desired most. Before the indecent, Haze's life was gray and bland...at least in his eyes. To others, he was the most interesting man in the world with his motorcycle and his reckless behavior. For Haze, his bad-ass reputation wasn't enough to satisfy his need for vitality. He was always ready for an adventure in an attempt to fill the emptiness that he couldn't seem to shake away. Haze was an enigma to the world, and now he is determined to find a way to fill that void, despite the deadly situation.

Appearance:

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So begins...

Haze Knight's Story

Haze's multicolored eyes scanned the many assortments of music that were stacked neatly on the shelves of Monty's Music. He placed his hand on his chin as he contemplated the particular music that would please the customer that he was currently servicing.

"I believe this would suit you," he stated with that the customer-is-always-right smile as he handed the customer an old record. After dealing with various customers and restocking shelves, Haze felt the need for a well deserved break. He walked up to the front of the store, dropping the happy employee act and glancing at his co-worker and friend, Wilson Pope. He preferred calling the poor bastard Pope, since Wilson just wouldn't cut it.

"I'm going out back," Haze announced, knowing that Pope would want to join. Pope nodded, looking at the new recruit that was taking inventory in the 'pop' aisle.

"Hold down the fort," Pope called to the kid. "We'll be back in a bit." The kid just waved him off with a quick nod. The two men made their way to the back of the establishment then exited through the double doors. They leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway as the pungent odor of trash, mildew, and ozone surrounded them. Haze looked up at the clouded sky, taking in it's peculiar dreary aura that seemed to engulf the world.

"Any plans this evening, Haze?" Pope asked as he pulled a box of Malboros from his leather jacket pocket. Haze simply shrugged, holding his hand out for a smoke. "No partying? No bar fighting? No sexy waitress begging you to-"

"Pope," Haze interrupted his friend's idiotic questions. "You make me sound like a complete douche."

"You kind of are," Pope chuckled, handing Haze the cancer stick.

Haze sent a bright-eyed glare his friend's way as he placed the cigarette between his lips and lit the end with his silver lighter. He inhaled the toxins then blew them out through his nose, Pope followed suit. "No, I'm not."

Pope looked at Haze in disbelief, "You smashed your ex-best friend's car with a bat, Haze."

"He had it coming. Asshole, lied to me about sleeping with Casey. Screwing your friend's sister is NOT okay."

"What about the time you called Val a 'burden to society and God's mistake'?" Pope raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't she cheat on you?"

"Yeah."

"Then I regret nothing," Haze shrugged as he took another puff.

"Dude, you even broke my brother's nose!"

"Your brother is a heartless bastard that deserved more than a broken nose and you know it."

"I...can't really argue with that," Pope laughed. Haze puffed on his cig again and just as he was about to blow out the poisonous smoke from his mouth, there was a loud crash. The two men jumped, looking at one another with curiosity in both their gazes.

"What the hell was that?" Pope furrowed his brow.

"Don't know, but let's check it out..." Haze stomped out his cigarette then headed towards the noise with Pope reluctantly following behind him.

"I say, we go back into the shop and act like we heard nothing, Haze."

"Where's the fun in that. It might be something pretty damn amazing and you'll miss it because you're being a little bitch," Haze said as he walked.

"Remember that thing I said about you being a douche?"

"Shut up," Haze rolled his bright eyes. A loud buzzing sound reached Haze's ears as he got closer to the mysterious object. A large pod rested in the cement, cracked rubble surrounded it. "What is that?"

"I don't know, but I think I saw this in a movie once. An alien is going to jump out and spew acid all over us then eat our brains because we didn't take it to our leader."

Haze quirked a bronze eyebrow, "What kind of syfy crap have you been watching?"

"The kind where the sexy beast: me and the douche: you, don't survive."

Haze rolled his eyes just as the pod opened slowly, causing him to stop his stride. Pope continued walking, not seeing the pod's strange movement. "Pope, stop..." but it was too late. The smoke sprayed Pope dead in the face, causing a startled scream to echo throughout the alley. "POPE!"

"POPE!" Haze's voice carried throughout the alleyway. His eyes were bulging in fear and utter concern. "Oh my god!" Pope screamed in surprise as he was blasted with the gloomy mist. He fell to the ground, rolling around, screaming and holding onto his face.

"Pope!" Haze panicked. "Pope, dude! Someone get help! Someone just-" He was cut off by the sight of Pope stopping his dramatic rolling. Pope stared, wide eyed and breathing heavily as he touched his face, chest and crotch.

"I'm alive," he breathed in relief. "I'm okay..."

"What the hell was that?" Haze sighed in equal relief. "I thought your face was melting or something." Haze waited for his heart to beat at a respectable pace. He focused on his breathing before finally speaking, "Are you okay?"

"I think so..." Pope said with a goofy grin. "I'll be fine, but did it suddenly get really hot or is it just me?"

"Get up, you idiot," Haze muttered. "It's just you." He helped Pope to his feet then looked at his watch. "Our break is over, Pope. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't dangerous, so let's forget about it and get back to work." Pope nodded, following behind Haze while a drop of sweat slid down his forehead.

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The clock's minute hand seemed to move too slowly for Haze's liking. He sat at the check out counter with his palm supporting his head as he tried in vain to stop himself from falling asleep. He groaned under his breath. Today was a slow day, so he had nothing to do, but just play with the loose string on his gray V-neck shirt. As he plucked at the string, the familiar sound of whimpering reached his eardrums. He turned around, seeing Pope slumped against the far wall. His skin was slick with musty sweat and he was groaning as if he were in pain.

"Dude," Haze furrowed his brows. "You look like shit."

"You're doing it again," Pope smirked with a tired edge to it.

"Doing what?"

"Being a douche," Pope winced again and his breathing became a tad labored. "God, it's so hot in here..."

Haze felt fine, it was a reasonable temperature in the shop with the air conditioner up and running. He walked over to the thermostat, seeing that it was fifty-three degrees in the store. He was back at Pope's side within a minute. "I think you should go to the hospital, man. You look like you'll keel over any minute now." Pope simply nodded. "Do you think you can walk to the car or should I call an ambulance?"

"C-car," Pope stuttered as small tremors racked his body. "I hate ambulances." Haze slung Pope's arm over his broad shoulders and escorted him out of the store. He dug into his friend's pocket, retrieving the set of car keys that would allow them to travel.

"Easy does it," Haze said calmly as he aided Pope into the beat up old Chevy that they named Scar, in honor of the various scratches and scrapes on the paint. After assuring that Pope was semi-comfortable in the front seat, Haze made his way to the driver's side, putting the key in the ignition and driving off. "We'll be there in no time, man. Hang in there." Haze sped through the streets; going 72 in a 55 zone. He prayed that he wouldn't get pulled over. He looked over at his shivering friend, who was now sweat more profusely.

"C-cold..." Pope stuttered. "Suddenly, so cold..." His sweat soaked his red sleeveless shirt and matted his blond hair to his paling face. Haze increased his speed, going 76 now. He could hear Pope's teeth chattering.

"Come on, Pope," he said urgently as he ran a stop sign. "Just a little farther." He turned a corner, just missing an oncoming SUV. The hospital was only less than a mile away. Haze was determined to get there before Pope could get any worse...but that mission failed as Pope's sweat was tinged with red, turning the beads of liquid into a light pink and then a dark crimson. "A-are you fucking bleeding???" Haze's eyes were saucers as he witnessed his best friend bleed through his pores. "Pope! Pope, listen to me. We are going to go in that hospital and those doctors are going to fix this, okay?"

Pope was floating in and out of consciousness, but he managed a small nod as blood stained his shirt and colored his flesh. Haze sped into the hospital parking lot, parking the car in a handicap spot and turning it off. He rushed out of the car, opened Pope's door and helped him out. Pope limped weakly beside Haze.

"Maybe...I was...wrong," Pope smiled hoarsely, despite the fact that he was bleeding through his skin. "Maybe you're not a complete douche."

"Really? Now of all times?" Haze rolled his eyes as they reached the automatic doors. Pope hung limply around Haze, but managed to move his feet. "Come on, buddy."

"Haze?" Pope croaked, weaker than before as they entered the building. The smell of sanitizer and sick people assaulted Haze's nostrils. He glanced at Pope with concern evident in his multicolored eyes. "You're a good guy..." It was then that Pope coughed up more blood, his body jerking as he did.

"I NEED A DOCTOR!" He yelled. "SOMEONE HELP!" He held onto Pope with all of his strength as the man's body became more like dead weight. Pope collapsed to a heap on the bleached floor. "HELP ME!" A disgusting gurgle came from Pope's throat as he jerked and twitched on the floor. A team of doctors and nurses began to surround them, but they were far too late. Pope's eyes became empty voids then suddenly, as if in a syfy horror movie, he exploded, coating Haze and the doctors in blood and guts.