It wasn’t an obvious thing…not really. Anyone could excuse his love for gore as just being a typical teenage boy.
He voice was rough and full of angst; not at all the way their voices are usually described. So, forgive me for not realizing it at once.
There was a certain jauntiness to his walk, as though his mind could change in the blink of an eye. And it often did.

“So, Evie,” he started, when I had flung open my front door to find him there. “You’ve found me out.” He simply stated it. Didn’t yell, didn’t whisper. He just said it void of all emotion.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Alex.” He fingered his pierced nose.
“Don’t be coy with me!” His hand caught the door as it began to close. “If you value your life, Evie White, you will not tell a soul.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone,” I swallowed. “But you may won’t to step inside before that silver bullet hits you.”